#i'm not gonna go this over the top again unless it's for something i've made be it drawings or cosplay
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Little Girl Gone- Emily X GN!Reader/BAU X GN!Reader.
Synopsis: Being back in your old town, it’s no surprise you’d have to see a person you never wanted to see again, the only difference is this time is that you can handle yourself.
Warnings: Insinuations of past abuse but no details given, misuse of reader's pronouns by abuser not the team, talks of not handling past trauma but Emily is there for us, we’re really just a badass.
Word Count: 1.6k
A/n: THIS MAY HAVE A TRIGGER FOR ANYONE WITH PAST TRAUMA AND I DIDNT INCLUDE ANY DETAILS FOR THAT REASON, IF THAT MAY BE TOO MUCH FOR YOU PLEASE SKIP THIS ONESHOT. Other than that, yes this is based off a song leave me alone 🥰 You guys have no idea how long I’ve wanted to get something out for you guys, hopefully more will come soon!
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You had heard he's back in town, and clearly, he hasn't changed a bit.
He was sitting there, appearing clueless, with you staring at him behind the glass. Your anger was boiling to the surface, and while it was clear to the team you were upset, they had no idea.
Your attention snapped back when a mention of your name was heard, the reason was beyond you, "That's what this is about? That bitch Y/n?" He chuckled and it made you sick. "Please, that little girl has nothing on me."
Hearing the way he said your name brought back some unfriendly memories you tried so hard to forget.
But when he muttered your name again, seeing how much it pissed Derek off, you knew you needed to do something. You have heard enough, it's not about you. It's about the 3 murdered girls.
You opened the door of the observation room to see Hotch standing there, "I'm going in there."
"That's not a good idea, you know that. He's trying to get under your skin."
"Hotch, with all due respect, I wasn't asking. Besides, I'm not the small child he last saw me as. I'm going in the there."
Hotch just quietly stood back, maybe a familiar face would get him to give them something they could use.
You walked into a familiar scene, Derek towering over the unsub shouting at the top of his voice, and the unsub pretending it's doing nothing to them.
"YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS-"
"Derek!"
With your interruption, both men stopped and looked towards you. Derek knew it was up to you, but he didn't like that idea.
And him. Oh, him.
He looked like he thought he'd finally got something he wanted if only he knew. Well, he would soon enough.
"Derek, I've got this. Go take a breather, I think Garcia has something she wanted to go over with you."
"I'm not leaving you in here with him." He stood tall in protest.
The man stood, suddenly filled with some form of faux confidence, "Yeah, little girl, you don't wanna be left here with me, unless you do?" His sadistic simper took over his face, his arm reaching out to touch you.
You grabbed his wrist and instantly snapped it back, flipping his arm behind him and then slamming him into the metal interrogation table.
"Oh, you wanna fight me now?" You pulled his arm further. "That little girl is gone. So tell me, are you big enough?"
"Fucking bitch!" His pain filled his voice and you tried to hide the joy it brought you.
"Do you feel that? Me twisting your arm until it breaks? Do you see how much stronger I've gotten?" He was struggling under you, and you were handling him with ease.
Derek was proud watching you, knowing the things that happened to you.
But the rest of the team was behind the glass watching carefully, they knew about him but not the things he'd done. But they did know your strength.
But now, he was groaning and mumbling something.
"Say that again, I didn't quite hear ya! You messed with the wrong 'bitch' in the wrong era!" You pulled him up off the table and shoved his face into the wall in a quick move, moving closer to him, "Honey, I changed so much since I last saw ya."
"I'm gonna say it, I'm proud of them." Rossi wasn't hiding his proud smile either as he watched you move him around like a rag doll.
You once again pulled him from the wall and slammed him back into the table.
"You know, maybe I will leave. I think I'd grab a cup of coffee, want some L/n?" Derek asked, knowing you definitely could handle yourself.
"I'm good, I'm awake now."
"NO NO NO! She'll kill me! You can't leave me alone with her!" He pleaded, as much as he could with his face smashed into metal.
"You know, I don't really think that's a bad thing. Do you, L/n?"
"Not at all."
He tried moving from your grasp, "No!"
"Then tell me where the girl is!" Derek slammed his hands on the table in his face, though he was still firmly pinned to the table all thanks to you, you could still feel the way he flinched.
Within the moments you walked into that room, the man finally showed how scared he actually was, realizing that now he truly is nothing.
"BOAT!"
You pull him off the table, holding him to face Derek and the team behind the mirror.
"What was that?" You asked, hearing what he said but needing more details.
"The girl. She's on a boat. Down at the marina, slip 7."
"Ah, so you do know what's good for you." Derek said as he left the room.
"No! Wait!"
A smirk came to your face, and you knew that if you weren't an active agent you'd definitely get your revenge.
In a swift move, you had him pinned to the wall by his throat.
You took a split second to look at the man that robbed you of so much.
My god did he look like shit.
Years didn't do him good, and the illegal things he tried to hide likely didn't help.
"You. You got lucky. I've got too damn much to lose if I go after you now," You were practically seething. "But know this, you are nothing. You are shit. I took all of what happened to me, and I made something of myself. I did. Me. So don't you think for one second that you ever had an effect on me." He definitely had an effect on you, years worth of effects. But he wasn't going to know that. He didn't need that.
He may have ruined the child you were, but he doesn't get to even be near the person you grew into.
You simply released him, part of the child that's still inside you wanted to do more but the other part of that child was so proud of how far you came.
You left him for the uniformed officer to take, walking out of the interrogation room to get some air or a drink, only there was something in your path.
Or rather, some people.
Half the team to be precise. David, Emily, and Reid were still in the precinct. And they just witnessed basically everything.
"I'm proud of you kiddo," Rossi spoke first, and only then did you release the breath you were holding.
"Thanks."
"I think this calls for a celebration, tonight. Your pick." He spoke with a head nod and walked out.
Reid just did his smile thing, and you knew you'd both likely have a conversation later.
But Emily, she stayed put, letting you go to her.
"You know you can let it out now, only if you want of course." She said finally as you walked up to her.
A shaky breath left you and you attempted to hide it with a faux chuckle.
She did know you the best.
"Come on, out with it. You know you can talk to me." Her damn eyebrow raise had you wanted to spill everything like always.
"I was so scared, Em." Another unstable breath came from your lips.
Emily reached up to wipe a tear you hadn't felt escape.
"God, I'd be worried if you weren't. You're only human." Her hand went to cup your cheeks, and for a second you simply looked into her eyes.
You didn't really know what to say, so you said nothing. You feared the only thing that would come out would be a sob.
"You handled that so well, and I speak for the team when I say I'm proud of you. It was hot the way you handled him." A small chuckle left you, she always knew how to get you to laugh.
"It just, brought back so many things I've tried for so long to forget." You looked to the floor with shame, ashamed it still got to you.
"Hey, look at me," She pointed your chin so you'd look at her. "Don't think that there's ever a right time to just 'get over it' because there's not. Everyone has their own timeline, and their own way of coping, that makes us human. And the fact that you didn't give in to the revenge you know you were thinking of, just shows how much you've grown."
She was right. Of course she was, when wasn't she? She knew the ins and outs of you. Every curve and every line. She knew your soul better than your body did.
"Come on, the team will finish the paperwork and we can go back to the hotel, you can shower and we'll meet them after for drinks." Your head rested against her shoulder as she put her arm around you while you both walked out of the precinct.
While you both arrived at your hotel room, the team safely got the girl from the boat, though she was a bit shaken up, she was unharmed. Physically, at least.
While the shower helped relax your tense body, it didn't help much with the resurfacing memories. You were simply disassociating at a cracked shower tile until Emily took it upon herself to be your distraction in the shower.
And of course, it certainly helped.
And later on, the team did their best to talk about pretty much anything but the case. Not like you were really upset about that honestly.
Having the people who you cared about around you, that's what helped the most. Having your love by your side and having your family around you.
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#emily prentiss x you#emily prentiss x y/n#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss#bau team#criminal minds#badass reader#fanfic#oneshot#sapphic#fluff#bau x reader
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Handing Katsuki father's day cards that are for his own dad or yours and he needs to "read and sign it" but as he's reading it his brow starts to furrows.
"Sweetheart, ya got the wrong cards." He's reading it for the third time now.
"I got the right ones." You're trying not to giggle before he's rolling his eyes and reading the card aloud.
"You're not just an amazing father," he flips it open, "You're going to be an amazing grandfather too."
"Yea baby that's the right card." You hum, stepping into the kitchen to get the final card and present.
"Baby, it isn't. We don't have kids. Unless ya mean our cats but then they've been grandparents." He tosses the card down, rising to help you find the backups he's assuming you're looking for. This wasn't the first year you'd accidently gotten the wrong card or one that was just slightly off, he thinks nothing of the message.
Barely had any caffeine as the two of you rose early to get ready to host his parents and yours.
"Katsuki, it is the right card." You say, pressing another card into his hands, no envelope or anything. Just thick white card stock with black letters and an image of white new balance shoes.
"It's almost time for these bad boys." He scoffs, looking at what the world has deemed the official dad shoe, he looks up to see a box in your hands, "Sweetheart, what the fuck? I hate these ugly ass shoes. Ya know that."
He's got this smile to his face the one where he thinks you're being too playful and silly, every now and again you two get each other gag gifts. You're surprised he hadn't caught on yet especially since you always joked that the second you knew, you'd be getting him "those ugly ass dad shoes."
"I know." You both share a laugh, you pressing the shoe box into hands, "Just open it. They'll be fun to wear today, goes with the theme."
"What's the fuckin theme? Dads?" He opens the box and sees the shoes but something is taped to the top of the box. A grainy picture in black and white, a blob in the circle and when he lets his eyes focus as best they can without his glasses perched on his nose, he thinks he sees a very specific shape.
He rips it from the box, bringing the film closer and yes he can see a nose and his face morphs into complete surprise. You giggle as you watch him figure it out, which you swore you wouldn't be able to get this far without him figuring out why you'd been feeling so sick lately.
"No fuckin way." It's low and for a split second you think he isn't excited, then he locks eyes with you and he gives you that look. The one where he's smiling but his brows furrow up and his eyes aglow with unshed tears like you are his world, like you're giving him the world, and he's putting the shoes down to gently pick you up and twirl you around.
"A baby. We're having a fucking baby." He's pressing kisses to your cheeks when he sets you on your feet, if you thought you were spoiled before you'd be rotten by the time this pregnancy was done.
"A baby." You repeat back to him, your own excited tears clinging to your lashes, ones Katsuki gently kisses away.
"How long?"
"Three months. It was really hard to keep a secret but I really wanted to do that shoe thing I teased you about. I've got the receipt so we can return them I'll-"
"Nah I've got the perfect idea for 'em."
An hour later after a shared shower and rapid fire questions, Bakugou is coming down the stairs, he's got some ugly ass jean jorts you gifted him as a gag for his birthday two years ago before giving him his real gift and one of his dad's old white tees he tucked into the waist band of the shorts and of course his new white new balance shoes.
"You look ridiculous." You giggle in your sundress, somehow he made the outfit a little hot. You were sure Bakugou could make anything look hot and here was living proof.
"Better get used to it Sweetheart, this is how I'm gonna look when I put another one in ya." He puffs his chest out, smoothing his big palms over his shirt as you roll your eyes.
"I've made a monster." The door bell rings, when you go to rise, Katsuki gently presses you back into the couch by your shoulder as he gets the door for his parents. He opens the door with a sense of pride that comes with being the cocky pro hero, looking much larger than life.
His mother is unphased.
"Oi, I brought that stuff you- Why are you dressed like a fuckin dad from the 90s?" Mitsuki makes a face before she processes what he's wearing, "Oh my fucking GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD MASARU! WE'RE GONNA BE GRANDPARENTS. YER GONNA BE A GRANDPA! RIGHT RIGHT?"
She pushes past her son, a quick squeeze to his forearm before she's honing in on the daughter in law she already adored and now even more.
Masaru quirks his brow and Katsuki nods.
"I'm so happy for you son." He hugs Katsuki the way men do, a quick tight squeeze before a clap on the back, Masaru tries not to let the tears slip past his eyes as Katsuki's life plays on fast forward in Masaru's mind. He remembers how Mitsuki told him they were expecting, remembers holding him for the first time and thought his whole world view shattered and changed. Remembers his first words and steps. Remembers his first mishap with his quirk and how Katsuki had blown the coffee table sky high. He remembers him growing taller and taller, going to UA, figuring out how to be a better person as he grew in size. How Katsuki called him and his ma in the middle of the night the first time he hit the top ten rankings. And again when he was number one.
How he took his dad out to lunch, wiping his palms on his pants like he did when he was nervous to ask his dad how he asked Mitsuki to marry him. He smiles, tears slip past anyway as he stares at his broad shouldered son adding one final comment that makes Katsuki's throat close up in the best way.
"I can't wait to watch them grow up to be as great as their parents and more."
#katsuki fluff#bakugou fluff#kitten writes bakugou 🖤🐈⬛ 🖋️#father bakugou#fathers day bakugou 🖤🐈⬛#kitten soft hours#bakugou soft hours#just a silly thought
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♡•~Mi amor~•♡
{Ratin: Smut.}
{Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Swearing, small smidge of a language Kink, Hair pulling, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Aka you've been warned, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Full on. DD/LG, Pet names.}
{Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader}
[I literally am melting over this ugh. 😵💫]
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Damian ran towards the ring, eager to cash in his briefcase.
I was backstage with the rest of the judgement day, well more of asleep.
You see, Damian is a big risk taker.. so I was worried about that plan, if he won.. he'd be heading back here immediately to fuck his girlfriend and uh... we've already had Finn walk in on us once and I don't need that again..
"Hey Mamacitá, you ready yet?" He spoke
I had been awake after I heard everyone yelling, so kind of yes?
"Yeah.. Sure.." I spoke abruptly
He walked me to his van for once? Woah..
We got inside and he sat down.
"I'm gonna get changed, you go do whatever" He said
I went to the bathroom and took off my makeup, since I was tired.
"Aha, Nice try Mamacitá, but you're not going to sleep yet." He spoke
I stopped in my tracks, like a deer in headlights.
"W-What do you mean?" I asked
"Mamacitá you aren't sleeping yet, unless I fuck you to sleep" He spoke coldly
"Damian, are you sure you want this? This is the first time I've heard this from you.."
I was shocked, Damian had never become so... primal before...
Before I could speak again, he had my hair in his hand, pulling me into his lap
"¡¿Serás una buena puta para papá?! (You gonna be a good slut for Daddy?!)"
"¡Sí Papá! (Yes Daddy!)"
"Je, esa es mi pequeña, siendo una buena princesa para su papá. (Heh, thats my little girl, being a good princess for her daddy.)"
"Sí Papá, ¡Soy tu princesita! (Yes Daddy, I'm your little princess)"
"¿Quieres que tu papá te folle? (You want daddy to fuck you?)"
"¡Sí Sí Sí! Por Favor Papá (Yes! Yes! Yes! Please Daddy)"
"Prove to me you deserve it."
I got up, and slowly revealed what was actually under my hoodie.
It was a skimpy top, and under my skirt. Was of course lace panties.
"Do I deserve it now daddy?" You cocked an eyebrow
He stayed silent, as if something awoke in him.. a want no need for your warmth.
In quick secession, he'd stripped off both of your garments. Then he chose to strip off his, leaving you bent over the couch arm.
He made you watch as he stripped of his clothes, making you whimper and moan for the need of friction.
He didn't give you a warning, but you yelped at the feeling of him slamming into you, filling your needy little cunt to the brim.
"que buena princesita para su papi, tomando mi verga como una princesa (such a good little princess for her daddy, taking this cock like a princess)" He said
His words sent you over the edge, you came with Force, he proceeded to fuck you through your orgasm, making you moan louder from the over-sensitivity.
His thrusts began to get sloppy, he grabbed your hair and pulled it as he came. Filling you to the brim.
He then pulled you into his lap.
"Good Girl. But you're not done yet." He spoke.
With shaky legs, you began to get out of his lap, and began to suck his dick.
It didn't take too long for him to cum from the over-sensitivity from his first orgasm moments ago.
"That's my good little girl, mi amor~" He spoke, Picking you up and heading towards the bathroom
#wwe fanfiction#the judgement day#damian priest#WWE smut#damian priest x reader#damian priest smut#damian priest fanfic#the judgment day wwe
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SHOW AND TELL !!
obey me! brothers x f!reader
context: fem reader teases the seven brothers by showing some cleavage!
warnings: mdni, suggestive, dubcon, some parts are shorter than others :')
reblogs are appreciated!
tags: @stygianoir
Lucifer
you sauntered into the eldest brother's bedroom, wearing shorts and a low v-cut shirt, your outfit hugging you in all the right spots
lucifer was at his desk, doing paperwork that the demon prince had once again pushed onto him
you leaned on his desk, laying yourself over his paperwork, breaking his focus
"luci, won't you take a break? you've been working so hard after all.."
lucifer merely raised an amused eyebrow, glancing at your chest threatening to expose itself and back up at you
he could see right through you
"i've got quite the amount of paperwork to get through. putting it off will be of no benefit," he said nonchalantly, waiting for your next move
shrugging, you got off his desk and skipped around it, plopping yourself on his lap facing towards him
he put his pen down and immediately held your hips, keeping you in place on his lap
"true, but such ambition should be rewarded, don't you think?" you replied, smiling mischievously
lucifer gave you those eyes (yk what i'm talking about) ;)
the hooded ones that screamed ‘ i'm gonna fuck you into tomorrow ’
"is that so?" he said, hands inching up your body, "and what might this reward entail?"
you continued smiling at him, "you'll see~"
Mammon
"CASINO NIGHHTTTT~" mammon cheered, bursting into your room
you knew it was time for you and mammon to go to the casino and have fun
hence why you were changing
and he just walked in on you...
he stared for a couple seconds before you reminded him he was staring
"h-huh?! me? staring?! a-at you? psh, yeah right!" he says, blushing furiously before slamming the door
you decided to go for formal attire
and i mean really formal
you were dressed in a tight fancy suit, the top buttons of your dress shirt unbuttoned
creating a perfect boob window 😍👍
mammon looked beet red when he laid eyes on you after you left your room
"o-oi! where do ya think you're goin' with t-that!" he yelled, pushing you back into the room
"why? does it look bad on me?" you sighed theatrically, glancing down in feigned disappointment
"no! you look too hot n i don't want anyone but me seeing you like that!" mammon blurted out before slapping a hand over his mouth and clearing his throat
"what i meant was, y-you look horrible! yeah, that's right! the suit looks down right.. u-ugly! so change into something else!" he barked, crossing his arms and huffing
"okay," you said, smirking and beginning to take off your clothes
right in front of him 😁
"woah woah woah! what're ya doing?!" he panicked, eyes wide as saucers and his cheeks redder than an apple
"well, you told me to change right?" you said smugly, "i'm simply following order from my first~ ah-!"
you squeaked in surprise upon being thrown into your bed by mammon, his face hidden in your neck, hands gripping your waist
"grr, ya shouldn't tease a demon-- unless you're ready for the consequences..."

Leviathan
it was game night for you and levi, but you'd been in the mood for something.. different.
and so you wore a short skirt and a hoodie
knocking on the door and entering after answering levi's code, the poor boy became flustered at how short your skirt was
"h-hey... you- what- why're you-?" he started, not being able to get out a sentence
you merely feigned innocence, tilting your head in mock confusion
"yes, levi?"
"uh, nevermind! it's nothing..! ugh, let's just start playing," he sighed, dropping the subject
as you two gamed, you began teasing him subtly
first, you scoot right next to him
the second he stops tensing, you lean your head on his shoulder
finally you draped your exposed legs over his lap and got comfortable, leaving him red
every touch had him jumping and tensing, but that last move made him slam the pause button
you spared him a confused glance despite knowing exactly why he stopped the game
"levi, why'd you stop the game? is something wrong?"
"n-no..! just thought we should take a break..." he trailed off
you smiled mischievously before nodding and stretching, your legs on display
now, in your new position, leviathan got first row tickets to seeing up your skirt
he gaped and whipped his head around
"h-hey! you can't just--!"
"can't just what, levi?"
turning back to look at you, his eyes widened in realization as he noticed your smirk
you had planned this all along
before you knew it, he had you pinned to the floor, eyes narrowing at you
"oh, yeah? so you think you can just walk in here and tease me?
well guess what? two can play at that game."
Satan
you and satan had been planning to have a reading session together in his room
but, of course, you'd been curious
to see what he'd look like if you just sorta...
pushed him off the edge >:)
and not in a pissed off way~
so, you wore a strapless shirt that exposed a lot of skin and cute pants that hugged your body beautifully
you knocked on his door, and upon his approval you entered
he was sitting on a small couch, reading calmly
"hello, (name)," he greeted, "i went ahead and began reading, but feel free to-- *chokes on spit*"
in case you didn't know, he did a double take after seeing how stunning you looked
"satan, are you okay?" you hurried over, bending right in front of him, giving him a great view of your chest
his eyes widened and he quickly glanced away, coughing a couple more times before clearing his throat
"ahem. y-yes, i'm fine... as i was saying, feel free to make yourself comfortable and start on your book."
you nodded and sat yourself next to him, situating yourself in a way that would be very.. comprising
he glanced at you often, a blush dusting his cheeks
"so..." he finally started after a while, "is there something special going on? i mean, you look.. particularly beautiful today, and--"
you hummed, setting your book aside before gently taking his book out of his hands and setting it aside as well
"what are you-- oi!"
satan yelped in surprise as you pulled him on top of you, laying down on the couch yourself
he gripped the sides of the couch in realization as he hovered over you
you smirked up at him and winked
that's all he needed to know before smashing his lips onto yours
you pulled him in and wrapped your arms around his neck
you two were breathless by the time he pulled away
only for him to pull you back in for another kiss
"i'll wipe that smirk off your face," he growled
Asmodeus
lmao what won't tease this man is the real question
anyways
you two were going to a party
and you decided to tease him ;)
by wearing a tight and skimpy dress <33
of course, as soon as he saw you he practically moaned
and at the party?
you were strutting your stuff, making the most of your drop-dead gorgeous dress
this man could not for the life of him take his eyes off you
a the dent in his pants became just a little more obvious
he soon dragged you into a private room
and the second he closed the door he corned you, littering your jaw and neck with kisses
"oh darling, you look absolutely hot in that dress," he said, "you wouldn't mind if i took it off of you, would you?"
Beelzebub
you had a workout session with beel soon
and you wanted to.. motivate him 😇
so you wore the most revealing athletic clothes you had and set out for the gym
beel was already waiting at the entrance when you got there
he was oblivious to your attire and you two began spotting for each other
or at least
you had thought he was oblivious
but you noticed how he had become a lot touchier with you during exercises, correcting your form even if it was fine...
his hands lingering on you more than they should...
and whenever he spoke to you, it was husky whispers in your ear that sent shivers down your spine...
yeah, he definitely noticed.
when you two finally finished, you two went to get some protein shakes at a nearby cafe before going home
of course, beel was still hungry, so you two went to the kitchen
you cooled down from your workout while he continued eating everything in the fridge (again)
feeling a rumble in your stomach yourself, you went over to the fridge
spotting something to eat, you had a devious idea
you bent over seductively in front of him as you reached down to get the food
before you knew it, beel slammed you on the counter
"hey, (name)... are you tempting me?"
you decided to pretend you were innocent
"what do you mean?" you said as sweetly as you could
"since we started our workout session, i noticed your outfit, y'know.. and then the way you bent over, you never do that," he said, eyes trained on yours
"whatever do you mean, beel?" you drawled your words, batting your eyes at him. beel groaned
"see? you're doing it again. whatever," he said, lowering himself between your legs
"now i'm hungry for something else. care to indulge me, (name)?"
Belphegor
you and belphie were gonna have a sleepover
which basically consisted of napping the entire time lmao
but today you were feeling devious
and so, you wore your most suggestive pajama set
you skipped happily over to his room and launched yourself onto the bed, hearing a muffled "oomf" under the mountain of blankets and pillows
chuckling an apology, you waited for him to surface and gave an innocent smile as he scanned your outfit, eyebrows raised in amusement
"so.. you want a last-minute change of plans for the sleepover," he said groggily
damn, he saw straight through you
"well sure," he continued, "but i don't know if this will be considered a sleepover if i keep you up all night~"
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Hello!!! Omg I've recently been obsessing over your posts 😅 I love your writing style!
If you're not too busy, could you do a thing that's like skz's reactions to finding out you're ticklish?
It's totally fine if you don't want to, take care!! 💕
yes ofccccc!! i'm so glad you like my writing!
formal apologies to all my not ticklish stays- just pretend for this one :) <33
two posts in two days? who am i? guess i’m on a writing kick lol- unfortunately i do not think this will continue (but also i don’t want it to be another month before i post again so i’m gonna do my best)
anyway- hope y’all enjoy!! this was super fun to write! still experimenting w formatting too so stay tuned 😵💫
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Bang Chan:
channie definitely figured it out quick
literally he is always touching you
we've been over this
of course he is a gentleman
his love language may be physical touch, but he had to make sure you're okay w that first!
waits until you begin to initiate affection more often before he gets clingy
but then he's kind of all over you :)
you invited him over to your place one night, and even though he had just been working for hours, he was just too excited to see you
he was super tired though, so you took it upon yourself to set up a cute movie date so the two of you could just chill out and cuddle
at first, channie was just happily cuddled up against your side, an arm lazily slug around you waist while you petted his hair
it was cute and sleepy and perfect
until he just had to go and mess it up
chan's musicality seemed to get the best of him as he began to drum the rhythm to one of their tracks out on your waist
your very ticklish waist
there was a noble and valiant effort to stop yourself from freaking out, but alas
you let out a squeal and suddenly chan perked up, his exhaustion completely gone
safe to say you got pinned to the couch and tickled within an inch of your life
praying for you babe, he is a true monster
Lee Know:
minho wasn't really on the hunt for your tickle spots tbh
honestly, it's not something he thinks about a lot
unless it's happening right in front of him or he's feeling mischievous and he can take it out on someone in his direct vicinity (ex. our maknae on top)
his interest has to be piqued first
that's why when he figured out that you're ticklish, it was literally in the most cliche way possible
that's right- you got stuck in your shirt
it was a cute top that was way too expensive, but you had splurged a bit because you wanted something nice to wear on night outs
unfortunately, it was also incredibly tight and hard to get on and off
especially for your tipsy post-date brain... you were struggling
that's how minho found you, with your top half off, arms trapped in the fabric pulled over your head
he scoffed at you, shaking his head and tutting that you should've asked for help
just like him to be condescending at a time like this smh
but he does help you, grasping at your fabric cage and yanking upwards
and it was so helpful, except for the fact that he just barely brushed your underarms
which made you squeal and pull away from him
which made him curious
minho helped you out of the top completely before he decided to explore what made you squeal like that
after that, though, he tackled you onto the bed and found every single tickle spot you had before he even thought about letting you go
and he's a meanie too... idk if you'll survive :)
Changbin:
changbin has definitely tried to tickle you before
he just never found the spot
yk how sometimes you'll see vids of idols "tickling" their member's forearms or like shoulder?
he did shit like that, fully expecting you to laugh
safe to say you did not
so he had mostly given up, content with the fact that you aren't ticklish
however
he did start to take you on gym dates
and on one of these gym dates he discovered just how wrong he was
you decided to try to do an unassisted chin up, which you had been building up to by using resistance bands each time you tried
changbin was standing close by for moral support (and also to catch you just in case)
you made sure to remember the proper technique and pulled yourself all the way up, chin just meeting the bar
changbin cheered when you dropped down, grasping your waist and kissing your cheek proudly
you felt so victorious! but when changbin's hand just brushed against the skin of your stomach from beneath your shirt, you froze and let out a squeak of surprise
despite my earlier comments, changbin is no dummy
you can be sure that later that night he decided to see just how sensitive you really were
you'll never have a moment of peace with him now ;))))
Hyunjin:
hyunjin is a poker
for some reason, those long fingers of his are just drawn to exposed skin
changbin is a frequent target, but tbh all of the members have fallen victim to his shenanigans at some point
and ofc, there's no special treatment, even if you're dating him
you will be poked, and it will tickle
your first mistake was wearing a new shirt that had those slits going diagonally down the front of the top
you hadn't even thought anything of it when you put it on that morning
i mean, it's a shirt and you were under the assumption that your boyfriend wasn't a weirdo
(you were wrong)
that night, hyunjin decided to help you make some dinner
and by "help" i mean he stood behind you with his hands around your waist and his chin on your shoulder while you cooked, talking your ear off about whatever came to his mind
he's annoying
anyway, eventually he got bored
you were too focused on the food! how could you ignore him?!
as he stewed in his boredom, his fingers found their way to the slits in the front of your shirt and brushed up against your warm skin
and then, he delivered one firm poke
right to your bellybutton
immediately, you let out a strained giggle and tried to move away from him, but unfortunately he had you trapped between the kitchen counter and his body
before you could even devise another plan of escape, his hands slipped beneath your shirt and began to wreck your tummy, shirt slits be damned
you nearly died that night, and it was certainly not the last time something like that happened~
Han:
jisung was shy
really he was, especially at the beginning of your relationship
it took him a while to even work up the nerve to kiss you after you began dating, and even then he was kind of drunk
but somewhere around the 3 month mark, a switch flipped
he began to touch you more and he was more playful
introverts are funny like that
it stands to reason that he discovered how ticklish you were not long after
i mean, how were you supposed to respond when he asked to give you a foot massage? say no?
you tried that, but he pouted and you caved
you sort of accepted the fact that he'd find out, especially when you got out of the shower to find him on your bed with lotion and foot masks
and he looked so fcking cute too, curse you jisung >:(
safe to say he knew something was up as soon as you sat down to offer him a foot to massage
you were bright red, stuttering, and even sweating a lil bit
and when he started teasing?! telling you how cute you looked?!!?
oh no, you were done for
he couldn't even start massaging, you collapsed in giggles as soon as his fingers grazed the bottoms of your feet with lotion
your silly boyfriend started laughing at you, and the next thing you knew, your feet were headlocked beneath his arm and he was going to town on them
you screamed and thrashed, and eventually pulled a foot away and gave him a good kick
bad idea, because now he's gonna get revenge by finding out what other spots make you scream <3
Felix:
felix was totally curious
like you knew he was ticklish (you reminded him of that fact frequently), so shouldn't he know if you were too?
he thought he should
his investigation began one evening when he came over for a sleepover
you, ofc, were expecting nothing but cuddles and romantic cutesy stuff
after your last week of midterms at university, it felt more necessary than ever
felix, on the other hand, was nothing if not conniving
it wasn't his fault that you just looked so cute in your pjs
perfect to test his theories on as well
you had dragged him to the bathroom so you could do skincare together, and then made him sit through a face mask, and then you two finally went to bed
but felix still had to wait for the perfect moment
and he wasn't gonna stop you when your lips found their way to his, small kisses blossoming into a lazy make-out session
emphasis on "lazy" because honestly you could hardly keep your eyes open by the time he pulled away
he giggled and brushed your hair from your eyes, thumb tracing your kiss-swollen lips as he whispered about how pretty you were
you flushed, scolding him about being a tease before you reached to turn off your bedside table lamp
felix suddenly remembered his mission
and his time had arrived
you just barely clicked the light off before felix stuck his fingers right into your armpit, massaging deep circles into your flesh
you positively squealed, unable to stop yourself from falling into witch-like cackles
felix's investigation was a success, and you can bet he'd use these findings again and again
Seungmin:
seungmin tickles you to get what he wants
or at least, he does after he finds out about your weakness
and it doesn't take long really
technically, the two of you weren't even official yet when he makes the discovery
the night before, one thing kind of led to another during an after-party, and the next thing you knew, you woke up in the same bed
wearing very little
anywayyyy
seungmin was the first to wake up in the morning with a raging headache
no lie, he felt like he had been run over by 20 tour buses
somehow, when he saw you, cuddled into his chest snoozing peacefully, he felt less gross
it was probably because he was in love with you, but he wasn't really ready to admit that to himself yet
and he did really have to pee, and he could not do that with you koalabeared onto him
no time to think about emotions or anything
at first, he tried to shake you awake, which proved to be futile
next, he tried prying your arms off from around his waist, but your grip was like iron
finallly, he tried poking and prodding you because he didn't have any other ideas
almost immediately you began to squirm away, trying to fight off the tickles in your sleepy state
eventually (partly because you were too cute gently giggling and partly because now he really needed to pee) he finally dug into your sides and really gave you a good wake up call
you woke up laughing loudly from the tickles, and when your vision cleared, you saw a blushing seungmin making his way to the bathroom
I.N:
Jeongin tickles you when you annoy him
which you do a lot
it's like you were built to push all of his buttons istg
the first time he ever found out you were ticklish, you were making fun of him
it was a personal favorite pastime of yours
(definitely not because you thought jeongin was hot when he was frustrated, no ofc not)
today had just not been a good day for him in the slightest
his voice was a bit hoarse so he couldn’t record, he kept missing steps in their dance practice, and to top it all off he was breaking out from the stress of a new comeback
so really, why were you adding gas to that fire?
usually you only bugged him because you wanted to get his mind off of whatever was bothering him
your teasing was light hearted, and you never had bad intentions
but when you wouldn’t stop asking for kisses, started whining at him after he said he didn’t wanna give you kisses, and then sat yourself right on top of him and refused to move… that’s when he got fed up
and yet you kept it up
jeongin decided he needed to do something drastic
and of course he’d never hurt you and he wasn’t truly mad, but he did need to teach you a lesson
so… he set his hands on your hips, looking up at you from where you were seated on his lap, facing him
and he asked if you would move
when you said “no” once again, he squeezed your hips like his life depended on it
you shrieked and fell to the side, trying to squirm away from his evil hands as they tickled you mercilessly
as jeongin pinned you down and made you laugh until you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t help but think about how you deserved this
whatever, it was fun so you just decided to be even more annoying in the future :)
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THE OTHER SIDE
When Tara's hysterical screaming interrupts her phone call, Sam goes to investigate and finds herself in for a challenge.
fandom: Scream
characters: Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, & Mindy Meeks-Martin
content: sfw tickle fic, post Scream VI, siblings doing stupid shit
a/n: i'm very nervous to post this. i originally wrote it as an experiment and had no intention of posting it, but i've been encouraged to do so by some dope-ass people (even if they have no idea what it is that i wrote).
also... if this fic looks/reads familiar to you, no it doesn't 🤫
“NAAA-HA-HA-HA! STA-HA-HA-HAP I-HI-HIT!”
Around her little sister’s scream-laughing, Sam pressed the phone against her ear, closing the other with her ear to hear Danny’s voice on the other end.
“I’m good Wednesday or Friday. So, whichever day you’re free…”
“Uh…” She took a moment to think it over, before a loud squeal cut into her thoughts. She refocused. “Wednesday… I think?”
“Okay, I—” Before he could finish his reply, Tara’s hysterical vocals drowned him out again.
“AAHH-HA-HA-HA-HAAA! GUY-HY-HY-HYYYS! PLEEE-HE-HEASE!”
Sam sighed and brought a hand to her head. “Danny, can you just hold that thought for a minute? I’m gonna have to call you back. My sister’s screaming about something, and I can’t hear what you’re saying.”
“Sure.”
“Thanks.” She hung up and left her phone on the couch as she made way towards Tara’s room, where the noise was coming from. She busted open the door. “What is going on?!”
Tara was lying halfway in Chad’s lap and halfway on the floor, her face bright red and chest heaving, while Chad held her against him and Mindy moved away from her. She looked between the three, expecting an answer.
“Tara was being a little turd, so we tickled the hell out of her,” Chad reported. Still in his hold, his girlfriend looked up desperately at her sister.
“More like they tried to kill me!” Chad snaked a couple fingers into her underarm and gave it another scratch, to which silenced the younger Carpenter with a ticklish whine. “Stop it!”
The eldest just sighed and shook her head. As irritated as she’d seemed on the phone, now that she knew what the noise was all about, she couldn’t help but give a playful roll of her eyes. Even at 20 years old, her baby sister was still as ticklish as she’d been when they were kids. She’d always fallen victim to the quote-unquote, “Tickle Monster,” when she’d get on Sam’s bad side. Of course, she’d never hurt her, like other older siblings might. However, all the older Carpenter had to say when Tara was starting to get on her nerves was, “I’m gonna get you, Tara, if you don’t stop.” It was enough to warn the little girl off, unless she was feeling extra risky that day—which she did a lot. “Okay, well, keep it down,” she told them, “I was on the phone, all the way in the living room, and I couldn’t hear over the screaming.”
But Mindy just shrugged. “It’s not our fault she’s so ticklish,” she insisted, nodding towards the youngest.
Her brother kissed the top of his girlfriend’s head, before he let her go and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I did not expect that.”
While she watched Tara retreat onto her bed for safety, Sam crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. “Yep. She’s always been that way,” she confessed, making the other’s already-flushed face darken even more.
She glared at her. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not ticklish, Sam. I know you are.” If Sam was going to expose her, like it was nothing, then two could play it that game. “Mom and Dad got you good many times, and so did I.”
Before her big sister could say anything to defend herself, Chad challenged, “Okay, but is she as ticklish as you?”
Tara met his gaze confidently, even leaning forward a bit to show her sincerity, “Yes.”
“No,” Sam immediately objected, gaining all of their attention.
“Ooh…” Mindy glanced between the sisters. “Somebody’s lying…” She and Chad exchanged glances, before she put her hands up towards each sister. “Maybe we should test it?”
Tara shook her head, when the twins looked at her. “Don’t look at me, I just did my test. I’m still trying to recover.” She pointed at Sam, “That’s the liar, right there. Test her.”
But when she received all eyes again, Samantha shook her head with a disbelieving scoff. “This is ridiculous. I’m leaving.” Right as she turned around to walk out, her younger sister’s voice fought her to stay.
“Why?” she quizzed, leaping off the bed and slipping past the threshold to stop her from leaving. “Don’t think you can take it?” There was a sparkle in her eyes that mimicked her child years. After what just happened, she had nothing to hide, but Sam was another story.
“I can take it!” the older snapped, not realizing how defensive she sounded.
“Then, why not?”
“Because it’s stupid.”
“Then, prove me wrong,” Tara insisted, stepping forward to force her sibling to back up into her bedroom. Sam’s brow hardened a little, which made her go on to propose, “For a full minute, we get to tickle you and see if you’re as bad as me.”
The other was already rolling her eyes and sighing, indirectly saying everything she’d been insinuating about it. “Tara…”
“What?” she grinned. “If you think it’s so stupid and you insist that you’re not as ticklish as I remember, then one minute should be nothing, right?” She took another step forward, cornering her further. “If you win, you can choose to do or make me do anything you want. You can have revenge, make me do the dishes or make me cook dinner for a week, whatever you want,” she offered. “But if I win, I get bragging rights, and I get to tell Danny.”
“Ooooohhhh,” Chad teased the idea as he looked up at Sam, who was now almost standing in front of him.
This made Tara’s smirk grow as she raised her eyebrows. But her big sister just blinked at her, unfazed.
“You’re serious?”
Instead of replying, the younger just took a step back and held her hand out for a deal-making handshake. Her smile dropped into a serious expression. “Deadly.”
On the inside, Samantha was groaning at how ridiculous this idea was, but she knew if she were to keep refusing, none of them would get off her back. It was a minute. 60 seconds. That was it. After, she’d be free to walk away without being hounded about irrelevant nonsense. She had to admit, she truly didn’t know how she’d take this ‘challenge,’ because Tara was right, it had literally been years since she’d been in a situation like that. And everybody and their dog knew just how much she’d changed from her younger self.
“Fine, I will do it, to make you get off my ass…”
Tara’s head tilted in a form of a nod, “Fair enough.” She then made way to her bed and jumped up on it, spinning around to sit like a dog. She tapped the space next to her, “Take a seat, Sammy.”
While she looked calm on the outside, the older Carpenter’s heart started to pick up speed as she moved towards her assigned spot. She sat down with a sigh, to which invited her sister to move behind her, making a half-circle around her like a cat to its human’s leg.
“Just to let you know,” she warned, “if you start to get out of control, Chad’s gonna have to hold you.”
“What the—”
“You agreed to a minute, we shook on it!” she reminded, cutting her off. “You’re strong, so I can’t trust that you won’t fight for escape.”
Sam just wanted to get it over with, as much as she was quickly growing to hate it. She swallowed uneasily, but luckily Tara didn’t hear.
“Chad, Mindy, what are you still doing down there? I’m gonna need backup!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Chad leapt off the floor, while Mindy came around the opposite side of the bed and pulled her phone out.
“You better be timing this shit,” Sam growled.
“I got it right here,” Mindy flashed the screen in the others’ direction. “Tell me when, T.”
Tara sat down right at her sister’s back and rubbed her hands together like she usually did when she was about to kick someone’s ass in a game. “Go!”
Not even a second after the cue was given, Samantha felt her sibling’s fingertips skitter up her back and through her hair to get to her neck. Instinctively, she stiffened, but she stayed where she was. A swarm of chills flooded her, but it wasn’t the cold-type. It was the kind that told your brain that your skin was crawling, and it wasn’t sure how to respond.
Tara still maintained her confidence as she drug her perfectly filed nails around to the sides of her neck, threatening to further explore the soft underside of her throat. She got more of a reaction here, the older’s shoulders jerking up, while a small noise emitted from her larynx. Bingo. She then put her lips up to her ear, intentionally whispering, “Is Sammy afraid of the Tickle Monster?” Whispering into her ear had always been something Sam couldn’t stand, because it tickled.
And like she expected, her older sister twisted away, her face cringing as she closed one eye and hissed in irritation. Baby pink talons slithered beneath her chin, which made her try to back up, but she just ended up bracing against Tara.
The younger Carpenter giggled at this and slithered her fingers down her collarbone and into her underarms. The owner’s spine twisted, clenching her arms to her figure, but it just trapped her dangerous touch.
Sam’s barrier broke, and she started to snicker as she tried to twist away. However, a different pair of hands crept onto her torso to keep her where she was, and just that contact made her snickers turn into giggles. She pulled her knees up and tried to push Chad off of her.
“I didn’t even start ticking her, and she’s already laughing.” Chad looked over at Tara, who encouraged him with a nod.
“Well, get on it! Time’s running out!” She relieved her sister from scratching at her underarms and went back up to her neck.
Her boyfriend shrugged and obeyed her order as he attacked the victim’s abdomen and ribs with menacing fingertips.
A loud whine came from Samantha, before she erupted into full-on laughter. She kicked out in a struggle to gain a grip on the mattress to push herself out of her 2nd tormentor's reach.
Tara had to work around her writhing, making her think back on what she had claimed before she agreed to this. “You’re squirming a lot for someone who swore they could take it, Saaam,” she teased in a sing-song voice.
Beneath her dominance, the older Carpenter choked out, “Shu-hu-hut up, Ta-ha-hara!” She shook her head, shoving her hands against Chad’s.
From the head of the bed, Mindy shouted, “She’s tryin’ to get away! Chad, switch places with Tara!” She held her phone up, “She’s got 40 seconds!”
The pair did so, in a smooth transition, Tara not taking her hands away from her sibling as she tickled down her sides and in between her ribs.
Given his size, Chad was able to get a hold on Sam pretty quickly. He slipped his forearms beneath her arms and dragged her back until she was mostly on the bed, holding her upper body in his lap, like he had done with Tara only minutes ago. There, he was able to twist his wrists to occupy her collarbone, some of her neck, and her upper ribcage.
The underdog was in a constant cycle of guffaws and wheezing, her face bright red from the intensity, which mimicked her little sister’s patterns as well. She wasn’t even able to get words out before Tara took things to the next level.
She slipped her hands beneath her big sister’s shirt and forced it up, before going after her bare stomach. “How about this, Sammy?” she taunted as she earned a squeal from her new tactic, “Does this tickle even more?”
Samantha gave a hard buck, her head throwing back into Chad, which she instantly regretted when his fingers danced on her exposed throat. She pulled her head down. “NAAH-HA-HA-HA! TA-HA-HARA-HA-HAAA!” Her knees yanked in, but to no avail, simply leaving them to kick out again in another buck.
Her sibling kept one hand on her fluttering belly, while the other controlled her legs by raking her nails into her inner thighs. “It’s not just me!”
“20 seconds!”
“Come on, Sam! Finish it out!” Chad cheered her on from above, even though he was busy scratching at her ribs. He retreated one arm enough to then tickle beneath her underarm again. “Find your inner Loomis! Prove Tara wrong!”
The older Carpenter nearly shrieked, when he did this, one hand weakly holding Tara’s wrist while she tried to bear the handle he had on her left ribcage to shrug out of his new point of captivation. “S-STAA-HA-HA-HAP! I C-CA-HAAA—” Her voice gave out in another violent wheeze.
With the grace of a cat, Tara eased up on her contribution to leap over her big sister and finish the rest of the time on the opposite side. Her back was turned to Mindy as she tore into Sam’s lower abdomen, slipping her nails beneath her beltline to assault the sensitive flesh between her hips that she knew would throw her overboard. “I almost forgot about this spot!” A squeal-entwined “no” answered her, and she trailed one hand away to skitter down her bent leg, catching the sole of her foot. “And here!”
Sam retreated her leg instantly. “NO, TA-HARA, DO-HO-HO-HON’T!” She braced her heel into the bed to try and push herself up out of her lying position.
However, before her baby sister could do anymore damage, the timer went off and was followed by Mindy lunging forward.
The female twin broke the challenge to wrap her arms around Tara’s waist and pull her backwards. “Extra 15 seconds for Tara!” she announced, pinning her against her and digging her fingers into the younger’s stomach. “TICKLE ATTACK ON THE CARPENTER SISTERS!”
Tara exploded into shrill laughter, still too weak from earlier to push her off. “NO-HO-HO! STOP! THA-HA-HAT’S NOT FAI-HA-HA-HAIR!”
“Careful what you wish for, babe!” Chad teased and continued his playful torment on Sam, while his girlfriend’s familiar squeals and laughter filled his ears.
The younger Carpenter kicked and shook her head furiously as Mindy raised one hand to wave her fingers in front of her view. She was just as much a victim to air-tickles—when already under the ticklish spell—making her squeal when those dreadful words came from her attacker’s tongue.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Meeks-Martin taunted, then unleashed merciless fingertips everywhere Tara couldn’t cover.
“AAHHH-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA! NAH-HA-HA-HAT THA-HAAT!” She bucked and thrashed, receiving karma for her cruel treatment on her older sister. “MI-HINDYYY-HE-HEEE!”
Chad was the one to call everything off after 15 seconds, which was more like 20 for Mindy and Tara. “Alright, Mindy! That’s a wrap, they look like they’re about to pass out,” he told her.
Luckily, his sister obeyed and let Tara lean against her as she recovered.
The football player sighed as Samantha covered her eyes with one hand and rested the other on her still-exposed stomach, panting almost in-sync with her sister. He glanced over to his sibling. “Aw, I kinda feel bad now…”
Before she could reply, Sam did, breathlessly. “Good… You should…”
“Hey,” Mindy piped up, “It was your sister’s idea!”
Tara pushed herself up from leaning against the twin, glaring over her shoulder. “Yeah. And you messed it up!” she hissed, shoving her away. “The point was to target Sam, not me!”
But her former attacker just chuckled, “I know. But I couldn’t resist.”
She rolled her eyes and looked over at Chad. “So, what’s the verdict? Did I win?” She then glanced at the others.
Chad shrugged, “I don’t know… Sam doesn’t break as easily or quickly as you do.”
“That’s because she was trying! You guys caught me off guard,” she countered, then pointed to Sam, “She was expecting it!”
Mindy gave the younger Carpenter the benefit of the doubt, “Sam is a lot more squirmy than Tara is, though. Tara just kinda gives up.”
This made the youngest frown, “Okay, that’s rude. But it’s a point…”
By now, Samantha had caught her breath enough to sit up on her own, even though her abs ached from the laughing onslaught. She cleared her throat and combed through her ruffled hair. “Just make a decision,” she ordered as she pulled her shirt down to its intended length, “I told Danny I’d call him back, because Tara was being too loud.”
Finally, Chad put his hands up in defeat. “Honestly, I think it’s a tie,” he decided.
His girlfriend rolled her eyes and slouched her shoulders, “Okay, fine, but I still get my share of winning, right?”
Behind her, Mindy nodded, “Sure, but because y’all tied, Sam gets her pick on what you have to do, too.” She glanced up to the eldest, who stood up and continued to adjust her shorts.
The other two looked in her direction too.
“What do you want, Sam?” Tara asked in partial disappointment.
Her sister rubbed her hand over her face, then glanced over her shoulder. “I’ll think about it,” she answered, the small smirk pulling at her lips promising something that Tara would dread. Rightfully so though, with how she handled the so-called challenge. Oh, she would make her decision wisely.
Chad chuckled at that response, while the younger Carpenter groaned. Beside them, Mindy jumped up.
“Alright!” She clapped her hands and pointed to Sam, “Now that that’s over, Sam, go call Danny back and finish your conversation. After that, we’ll watch the movie.”
Her brother nodded. “Agreed. Can’t have a slumber party with the Core Four without a good movie.” He glanced over to Tara as she slid off her bed and started towards the bathroom.
“I’ve gotta pee now, thanks to you, Mindy!” her voice carried as she shut the door.
That’s when Sam decided to take her leave. “Okay, I’ll let you know when I’m done. Or if you guys wanna go ahead and set it up, you can do that, but our TV’s a little different than the one that y’all have, so you might wanna wait for Tara.”
From beyond the bathroom door, Tara hollered. “Tell Danny to expect some dirt on you, in the near future!”
She just rolled her eyes and shook her head as she walked out.
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🫣 welp... there you go
p.s. i've already been requested a pt. 2 for this so i'll be working on that in the near future. i don't know if i will be posting that one, but if this one does ok or if someone mentions they want me to share the 2nd part, i will consider :)
yolo, right?
- parker (HOUDINICARPENTER / BWS) 🖤
#parkerwrites#i'm scared#idk#but ok#scream#scream v#scream vi#sam carpenter#tara carpenter#chad meeks martin#mindy meeks martin#carpenter sisters#siblings doing stupid shit#core four#sfw#sfw tickle fic#tickle fic#experiemental#experimental fic#AU: All My Heart#blackwolfstabs#houdinicarpenter
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Brains and Brawn
Had a discord server secret santa exchange, this was my gift for @star-keepr! I've never written the bayverse guys before so this was a really fun experience! :D
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One time, when Raph was five, he and Donnie got it into their heads to build a skate ramp.
None of them actually skated at the time. Their one and only board had a box strapped to the top of it and was mainly used as a cart between the four of them. Two people fit inside and another could push them around, but Leo said he was too tired to push even though it was his turn, and Mikey didn't want to play unless it would be his turn on the inside, leaving Raph and Donnie stranded in the cart with nowhere to go.
Hence, the ramp.
Raph got the idea from an old magazine cover he saw with a skateboarding guy going down one and looking fast, and Donnie knew enough about something called "inclined planes" from one of his science books that he said it would work. They decided on one of the lesser used tunnels of their home to be the spot they built the ramp, mostly because all the stacks of old boxes and junk around there meant they didn't have to carry anything very far.
"It has to be big," Donnie said, dropping another box onto their pile. "To reach maximum vel- vel-o-ci-ty."
Raph didn't know a lot of the big words Donnie used all the time, but bigger sounded better, so he nodded and ran to get more things. They were running out of good boxes, so they'd have to start using some of the really old waterlogged books instead. He heaved the thickest looking ones into one big stack and lugged them all the way back to Donnie, dropping them at his feet. "We won't need to be pushed ever again!"
They both cheered as their pile grew higher and higher, until it was almost too hard to lift any more over their head. "That should be big enough," Donnie said, dusting grime off his hands. "I found a good piece of wood to use for the actual ramp, I'll go grab it."
"Where's it gonna go?" he asked as Donnie ran off, digging through the junk.
"At the top, try to find a good spot for it!"
He looked up at their pile. He couldn't actually see the top of it, not from the ground. Donnie might have been able to, if he was on his tippy toes, but Donnie's always been taller than him. He needed a better view.
Carefully, without knocking anything over in the rest of the pile, he started to climb up the side. It was harder than he thought to balance on everything, even though Dad had been giving them ninja training on just that. One box made him just tall enough to peak over the edge, so he stopped climbing there.
This ramp was high. Raph could see the perfect part where the flat piece should go. He bounced on his toes. If they put it in that direction, they could zoom down the tunnel forever–
"Raph, it's too heavy! I can't lift it!"
"I'm coming–!"
The box beneath him crumpled.
Next thing he knew he was on the ground, shell in the air, face on the concrete. He heard Donnie gasp first, and then he felt the sting. His knee burned, red hot.
When he flipped over, all he could see were huge red gashes across his skin, welling up with blood and dripping down his leg. And it hurt.
Raph couldn't help it. He started to cry.
"Raph!" Donnie rushed over to him. "Are you okay?"
He shook his head, pulling his knee up to his chest and holding it tightly. It hurt so bad and he was bleeding everywhere.
"Let me see it," Donnie said, trying to coax his hands away from covering the wound. Raph fought him for a moment, but his brother was insistent, tugging until it was fully exposed. Donnie pushed his glasses up on his face and leaned in close, examining it carefully.
Raph whined. There was a lot of blood.
"Am I gonna die?" he whimpered.
Donnie's head whipped up to face him, jaw dropped like he hadn't even considered the possibility. "You're not gonna die," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It's just an ab- abra- ab-ra-sion." He sounded out each part of the word distinctly and carefully, not that it helped Raph to understand at all.
Donnie poked the wound while he was distracted and Raph flinched, feeling the sting start up anew. He slapped Donnie's hand away and held his leg tighter again, feeling more tears well up in his eyes. "What's that?" he bit out. Sometimes he hated when Donnie used his big words. Why couldn't he just say things normally?
"It means scrape. You can't die from scrapes," Donnie said matter-of-factly, like he always got when he knew something the rest of his brothers didn't. "They don't bleed enough." Donnie leaned in close again and Raph got ready to swat away any prodding fingers, but his brother kept his hands to himself this time. "Sometimes you hafta worry about germs getting into open wounds. There's lots of those in the sewers, but since we never got sick before we probably have imu- imi- im-mu-ni-ty."
Raph still didn't understand what Donnie was talking about, but he seemed very certain about it. Like Raph was going to be fine. He sniffed, wiping away some of his tears. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Donnie thought he would be fine, and Donnie knew everything. And even if he didn't, Raph can be tough. He's always the toughest of his brothers, Leo even said so last week after he ran with Mikey on his shoulders all around the lair and didn't even flinch once at his kicking feet.
"It doesn't even hurt now," he said, sniffling again. He just wanted Donnie to see that he was tough, but now that he thought about it, it was true. The scrape really didn't hurt that much anymore.
"We just need a bandaid," Donnie said, clapping his fist into his palm like Leo did when he had a plan. "I know where they are, be right back!"
Donnie took off for the bathroom, leaving Raph to wait on the ground. Everything was going to be fine. Or at least it was, until their youngest brother walked in.
Mikey, like the snitch he is, took one look at the blood on Raph's leg and screamed. "DAAAAAD, RAPHIE'S BLEEDING."
Donnie and him got in trouble for building a ramp, obviously, after bandaids were placed (by Splinter) and scrapes were kissed better (by Mikey). The two days after that when Splinter made them stay in the main room where he could keep an eye on them were the worst he had ever experienced in his five years of life, but the memory of Donnie's care is something that's always stuck with him over the years. Enough so that whenever he's hurt, he finds himself drawn to his purple-loving brother. The aftermath of saving the city over ten years later is no exception.
All things considered, he fared pretty well, but all the cuts he sustained are starting to sting, and one spot on his shell aches something awful. He knocks on the wall by Donnie's space—big computer screens towering everywhere, though definitely not as many as he used to have before the lair got found—and watches as his brother looks up, double takes, then jumps at the sight of him.
Raph cringes. Tensions are still high between them, between all of them really. Raph is still upset over the retromutagen, even though he was the one to smash the vial. (He's trying really hard not to think of that as a mistake.) Still, when the anger subsides, he's left feeling weird about not being on the same team as all his brothers.
He coughs into his hand as Donnie stands there like a deer in headlights. "Hey, Don," he says, not quite meeting his brother's eyes. "Couldja patch me up?" He looks up just long enough to see Donnie slowly nod and move to grab one of the first aid kits. Raph takes that as his cue to take a seat on one of the workbenches, slowly beginning to settle into his skin again. It's familiar territory: Donnie wiping disinfectant on cuts and poking bruises, pulling out rolls of bandages for the big wounds and boxes of bandaids for the little ones, explaining to Raph all of what he's doing.
Their trust in each other has been shaken lately, but Raph will always trust his brother with this. When Donnie says "Lots of bangs and scrapes, but you're going to be fine," with a small smile as he pushes up his glasses, Raph fully believes him. He's the brains of this operation, after all.
And Raph, well, he already knew he was made of tougher stuff—not even the Shredder could keep him down— but it's nice to have the reassurance anyways. That's why they do this thing, just the two of them. He hooks an arm around Donnie and pulls him in close. "Thanks, bro," he says, feeling the last of the tension between them melt away. Then, while he has his brother close to a headlock: "If you ever tell Leo or Mikey about this, I'll end you."
Donnie snorts. "Duly noted, o' pinnacle of machismo."
Raph rolls his eyes and lets him go, grinning. Some things never change.
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Azul's Vulnerability
Happy birthday to me, and as a way to celebrate this, I'm going to be talking about my biggest gripes on how people view Azul in general 🤩🤩🤩 ok I'm not gonna attack anyone but I do want to speak about something that has been on my mind for a while
Having exposed myself to a lot of Azul content, I've seen a very common trend in the fandom when it comes to how people write about him. Much of the written content I see always has something to do with Azul being a so-called crybaby, particularly in x reader fics and headcanons. Reader would comfort Azul as he's crying, and they'd wipe his tears away while assuaging his insecurities. This also influences the NSFW content that Azul has as well. Reader would be the one to top Azul, and they would be the one in control in the bedroom.
I want to preface first that this is all valid. Write whatever you want. I don't have the right to stop any of you from writing Azul like this. NSFW especially is something that's really valid because a lot of the times, females want to experience having agency in the bedroom (let's not deny it, a majority of x readers are fem readers). In fact, fics and hcs where readers can comfort Azul stem from a desire to be the person to give him the comfort that Twisted Wonderland never gave him. We all want to be that person whom Azul can feel vulnerable to. We want to comfort him and to be close to him, and this is the best way we can do that.
But with that in mind, those fics and hcs also reflect the way people see Azul. People tend to write him as that crybaby. Whenever people talk about Azul, that's the one trait that they tend to attribute to him. I've heard people say it as an insult to him or to make fun of him as well. I'd even say that in the NSFW space, people choose to bottom Azul for that reason. And as someone who loves Azul, I really want people to see that Azul is more than just "a crybaby".
In fact, I would argue that the Azul we know now is not a crybaby. After his overblot, when everyone compliments his notes, Jade and Floyd comment on how Azul looked like he was about to cry. But pay attention to the way that they comment on it:
Floyd: What now? Azul, are you getting a little misty eyed?
Jade: My my, have you gone back to being the ink-spitting crybaby? [shel_bb book 3 chapter 35]
The kind of wording in Jade's comment implies that Azul hasn't cried in a while. If he still cried often, Jade would have said something along the lines of "are you going to cry again".
And besides, if one is ashamed of crying, there would be a resolve built to stop themselves from crying. Personally speaking, I have a hard time crying unless something big happens because I had family either telling me to stop crying or laugh at me for crying over something trivial. Azul had been made fun of for the way he cries as a child—that has to have some traumatic impact on him, and it would make him hate crying and tell himself to never cry again. People who can cry easily are those who don't think it's a bad thing to cry.
There's this one anon ask that I will never forget that is related to this topic. It was one that a friend received, and it was a hc request to write Azul and Vil "being their vulnerable selves". As in, they explicitly said that the kind of confidence they exude is all a facade to hide the real emotional vulnerability underneath them, thereby saying that their vulnerable insecure selves are the real Azul and Vil and their confidence is faked.
A Vil essay can be made another day and probably by another person, but for now, we focus on Azul.
First of all, this will never be forgotten from memory because it shocks me that someone thinks Azul's confidence is wholly faked just to hide his insecurities. Now I'm not saying there's no merit to it nor that it's totally wrong. It's true that Azul's charm feels plastic. It's true that Azul does have a strong front that hides a painful past. But it doesn't mean that the Azul now who makes deals, runs a restaurant, and achieves high grades is not the real Azul.
What I want people (and most especially Azul himself but that's another post entirely) to realize is that he's grown to be so much more than the little octopus who used to be bullied and made fun of by other merfolk. The charisma and confidence he has is real. He worked hard to develop his social skills, and that hard work cannot be faked. I think if anything, the part that would feel fake is the part where he chooses to be Azul the businessman and not Azul as in Azul.
And Azul as in Azul is not just his insecurities. It's Azul with his wit and his strategical mindset. It's Azul with his joking remarks and his anger. Chapter 6 and Glorious Masquerade show Azul's real self the most in the game. When he shows his enthusiasm over City of Flowers' food culture in GloMas. When he teases Riddle during the part where the OB boys were playing video games after their experiments in ch6. When Azul roasts Deuce in response to a comment Deuce made about financier cake matching Azul in GloMas. When Azul gets mad at Riddle because he disagreed with his way of doing things in the tower chapters of ch6. There's just so much to Azul.
And lastly, I want to address the idea of Azul's vulnerability. Loads of times, when we think about vulnerability, we think about the sides we wish to not show to people, but we tend to associate those with insecurities and tears. Maybe it's just me, but Azul's vulnerabilities don't always have to manifest in the form of tears. Look at how he acts in narrating his flashback in 3-34 and in the way he reacted when Riddle in chapter 6 says that he can never be top 1 in their year because Azul runs his restaurant too. He's not bursting to tears as he's face to face with the insecurities—he's angry. He's angry about the circumstances he was placed in, angry at the people who hurt him. He's angry at Riddle for essentially saying everything he does was a waste.
It's also important to remember that to the general public, Azul keeps a certain image of himself. Capable of helping. Unable to be stepped on. So in a sense, anything that contradicts his image or even has the potential to harm it is in some way a vulnerability for him.
I think giving Azul a bunch of cuddles as he's crying is really cute. But you can also write about how Azul would open himself up to you—late night rant sessions about certain people, a secret about himself that not many people know. Something to remember as well is that he likes to be in control. Azul will have a tight hold on the kind of image he shows to people. Azul will choose carefully what people should hear and should not hear. So imagine him just letting himself be around you, with little thought about keeping that control of himself... that in itself is a sign of Azul opening up to you.
I acknowledge that this is a little bit messy, but I do want people to see that Azul is more than the breakdown that he had in chapter 3. He's got a more vibrant personality than that. And I would love to see more fics that explore his character a lot more, especially in romance fics.
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i've been reading your fics revently and really enjoy them! i was wondering if you could write some angsty fluff with dante and/or raiden (separately)?
kinda like they both have nightmares about their past, their s/o comforts them if that's good enough. have a good day! 😊
Thank you, you too! I'm so glad you like my work, cause I'm pretty proud of them myself. Nightmare comfort is one of my favorite things to write about since it's the perfect blend of fluff and angst. I'll start with the Raiden one and post Dante's fic at a later date. Hope you enjoy. 💜
Update: Here is part two of your request. Thanks so much once again. 💜
Safe (Raiden x Reader angst/fluff)
You awoke abruptly, startled by the metallic creaking of Raiden's joints as he tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep. "Please...don't..." He mumbled, grasping frantically at nothing. "Please..." He was sobbing now, hot tears flowing down his cheeks as he trembled and grabbed at the sheets, titanium claws ripping right through the fragile linen. "Please...make it stop. I don't want to..." He shuddered, metal muscles tensing with fear. "No...no more..." You rolled over, reaching towards the cyborg in an attempt to comfort him, but your hand was roughly knocked away when Raiden suddenly sat upright, panting heavily. "No!" He screamed, not realizing he was awake. His breathing was ragged and frantic; his body glowed red, a sign he was about to transition into Jack the Ripper--that is, unless you did something soon.
You quickly flicked on the lights, causing Raiden to jump and look about the room fearfully. He was now curled up on the bed, knees to his chest, the sheets having been kicked off during his fitful slumber. "Rai, it's alright." You whispered, edging towards him tentatively. The red glow emanating from beneath his armor hadn't subsided yet, meaning that there was a chance he could become very violent at any moment. "Calm down. Shhhh," You carefully wrapped an arm around him and began rubbing circles in his leaden shoulder. "It's OK, Rai. I'm here." Raiden sucked in a deep, shuddering breath before nodding and unfurling himself from his tense position. "Do you...want to talk about it?" You asked, still rubbing his shoulder. Raiden stared at his knees for a while, tears streaming from his eyes. Eventually, he gathered enough of himself to speak.
"I...I dreamed of when the Patriots captured me...the "modifications" they gave me." He scrunched his eyes shut, tears still dripping from them. "It hurt....so much....I never want to go through that again..." He buried his face in his hands, futilely attempting to hide his choked sobs. "Raiden..." You were at a complete loss. Seeing Raiden, the usually calm, collected, ultra powerful, nearly unstoppable cyborg ninja break down like this hurt your heart. Watching him sob and shiver over an incident that must have been truly traumatic broke your heart and made you want to cry too. "Raiden...I'm so sorry." There was really nothing else you could say. Slowly, tenderly, you reached out and pried his cold, steely hands away from his face, revealing the puffy, red, teary eyes that lay beneath. "Hey, it's gonna be ok." You assured him, running a hand through his hair while the other wiped the tears from his cheeks. "I'm here, and I'm gonna protect you. I promise. You're OK now. The Patriots are gone--you're safe. You'll always be safe when you're with me. I swear it." Raiden sniffed, looking up at you with watery gray eyes; a tiny smile visible on his face. "Thanks, Y/N. Thank you for...for being here." You grinned, playfully mussing up his hair before kissing him on the cheek. "I'm always gonna be here for you, Rai-Rai. I love you." Raiden nodded, obviously feeling better, and wrapped his arms around you, trapping you in a tight hug. "I love you too, Y/N. Now...let's get some sleep." You nodded, wriggling out of his grasp for a brief moment to turn off the lights before rolling back on top of him. "Night Rai." Raiden chuckled, pressing a firm-jawed kiss to your jaw. "Sleep well, sweetheart."
Having successfully calmed Raiden down from his nightmare, you and your beloved drifted off to sleep, content and comfortable, and most of all, safe in each other's arms.
#Raiden#Metal gear#Mgr#Mgrr raiden#Mgr raiden#Metal gear raiden#raiden metal gear#Raiden x reader#Angst#Fluff#Angst/fluff#Nightmare comfort#Cute and sad#Requested#thanks for requesting!#Icycoldninja writes#Fanfic#Metal gear fanfic
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Red Windows {Cloud Strife x Reader}
I've been gone for a long while working on like, 10 different drafts on and off while also managing life (it's stressful rn, ngl) but let's get to a different thing I wanted to do (so I have more stuff to work on :3)
Considering Spotify wrapped was released a bit ago, I will work on OneShots based on my wrapped, they're gonna be smaller though, since I'm trying to rekindle my passion for writing. Also, of course, I keep my right to skip any song, the only songs I 100% will do are song in my top 5, also song I already based a OneShot off do not get a second one unless i want to. Anyways, I know I ALREADY wrote something with this song, but I'm gonna be honest... I hate it. So let's change that! (this one is a lot better but I still don't like it, anywho)
First up:
The music in the club was loud, nearly deafening as you sat down near the bar, your drink right in front of you. The main lights were dimmed, wildly coloured spotlights roaming on an automated path through the room, some device near the ceiling creating a colour-changing star pattern on the floor. There was a dance floor at the farthest wall, even though most people just danced wherever they wanted to. The barkeeper was rushing around behind the bar, due to some misfortune, all alone this evening.
Taking another sip of your drink, you watched the crowd. It all seemed to blur together, like it was all distant, until you looked back at your drink, the liquid a light blue hue due to whatever juice the mocktail was mixed with. Some people were obviously singing along with the music, their voice drowned out by the bass running through you body, shaking the floor and glasses. Watching over the crowd, your eye got caught on multiple couples, some just looking great, some dancing in a ridiculous manner, others getting a tad bit too handsy. Adverting your gaze again, you downed your drink, ready to leave. It hadn't even been your idea to come here, and yet he was the one who was late.
You made your way to the barkeeper, sliding the money over you owed them, some additional dollars added, as you left. You bid the guard near the exit goodbye, wishing him a good day and leaving the estate, going up the stairs to ground level. Immediately, there was a big commotion, two people arguing about something. It was definitely the guy who checked everyone and gave them the bracelet, arguing with someone about their ID. You pulled out your phone, while walking up, already pulling up the chat with your date, writing only a meager "I'm leaving, thanks for the heads-up" and sending it. You pocketed your phone and looked towards the commotion, stopping dead in your tracks.
"Please, I swear I'm 18, how else would I have a Tattoo? I really just forgot my ID, doesn't my driver's license prove enough?!" But the Guard was unyielding, despite his logic being flawed, still denying the blonde entry. The blonde with the unique hairstyle and the striking outfit you had been looking out for all night. A blonde with a tattoo on his lower arm. It were too many similarities to be a coincidence, especially after he begged to just talk to his date waiting inside, since his phone died. You went up to him then, tapping him on the shoulder. "Cloud?" The blonde turned around, dressed in a loose, white button-up without a tie, a bit messy on his figure, yet still charming, paired with grey dress pants and black dress shoes.
He was confused, not immediately recognizing you, taking a few seconds to register. "I'm sorry, I swear I would have been here on time, but I was in such a rush I forgot my ID at home and-" you smiled, stopping him with a hand hold up "I heard, it's okay. Let's just do this another day" Cloud seemed a bit defeated, before he perked up. "Wait, uh- I... I know a place we could go, if.. if you still want to?" You blinked a few times, debating. "Sure, are you driving?" He nodded, leading you to his vehicle. You didn't know what you expected, maybe something like a car, definitely not a motorbike, though. With a bit of help from him, you got on, before he gave you a spare helmet and his riding jacket, which you happily accepted. You could tell he was a lot more careful when riding, a lot more tense. Maybe he didn't want to scare you? It was kind of cute really. And your hands felt warm thanks to his body heat, which made you wonder just how warm he was when he wasn't subjected to cold evening air. Shrugging that thought aside was probably a bad idea, considering you could just feel his muscles under the shirt, now the only thing your mind focused on. They weren't rock-hard, still a bit squishy and you hoped to god he hadn't noticed when your fingers dug into his flesh a bit, or, if he noticed, that he thought it was because of the motorcycle.
The Place you two ended up at looked nothing like the club he had chosen originally. It was a bit run down, made of wood and looked a bit messy with the string lights and the huge sign reading Seventh Heaven. Cloud let you get off the bike first, then parked it and turned to you with an apologetic look. "I know it's nothing like we planned and definitely not what you thought, if you want to leave-" you smiled and cut into his words. "It's okay, it doesn't matter where we eat or drink, we wanted to get to know each other, one as long as it's good i don't mind." He smiled. "It's the best, even if it looks a bit sketchy" You gave him back his Jacket and he packed away everything, before offering you his arm. You took his hand and he led the way, up the stairs and through the double doors. There was a woman behind the counter, gorgeous, and she already looked tough from a bit away. She looked up and surprise crossed her face. "Cloud?" She then looked at you, and before she even asked who you were she seemed to already know, instead asking what had happened for you two to end up here instead of the 'fancy' place that was the original plan.
The bar was empty, but it looked clean and lived in, loved even. Cloud didn't hesitate, striding to the counter and sitting down after you. He let you introduce each other, before he explained that she was a childhood friend who had already helped him many times in various situations. She was nice, saying she'd even give you two something to eat, as you and Cloud started your date. "So, childhood friends?" He nodded simply. "Yeah. Tifa and I have been... Through a lot of complicated-" he paused, for a minute. "It's not like we even dated, god no" he blushed at that thought. Embarrassed. "It's just a lot of complicated things we've experienced together." You smiled cheekily, sipping on the drink in front of you, shimmering just as blue as Cloud's eyes and resting you head on you hand, before you teased "So she's no one I should worry about?"
He sputtered, nearly choking on his drink, as he rushed to reassure you, while you simply chuckled. "Don't worry, I know how it is. It's good to have such a close friend, really." Your date smiled then, a small smile but it was there. "Yeah. I don't have many friends, admittedly. You don't really make a lot of friends when you have my last and my job and... Well, I've been alone a lot. Tifa was there when I needed her and I got some real good friends afterwards as well. They're good friends, all of them"
Cloud was always very vague about his job and past, but you didn't mind. It was not your place to pry. Not yet, anyways. Maybe someday... You looked at his glass, the drink a ruby red, so clear and vibrant it nearly looked like it was a crystal itself. "So, I know people always wonder, so, did you already have a girlfriend?" He pondered. "I wouldn't call her that. She was a very close friend but it was never more, even if the lines blurred sometimes." There was another faint blush. God, you just loved the way his cheek turned a light pink. "We're still close friends. You'll probably meet her some day."
You chuckled then, "Some day, huh? Looking to repeat today even before it got really started?" His cheeks turned even brighter, and he stammered a bit, definitely flustered beyond compare now. "It's not- I- I didn't mean that, it just slipped out." You laughed, and patted him on the arm. "Think about what you say better, next time" Next time. Some day. A promise of another meeting. Even if he failed to meet you on time. Even if it wasn't the best date ever or ideal or anything like it, you got to know him well. Probably even better than you would originally have, and there was just something about him. Those really bright blue eyes and the blonde hair and the soft, light paper skin had caught your attention. Paired with his tougher build, you didn't know what to expect, but he was a perfect mix of both.
"I have dated a few before. The best relationship I had was probably with a girl from a different neighbourhood, a poor one. My parents didn't approve, but she was the sweetest girl ever." You explained. "We broke it off because we realised we didn't click like that, and we stayed friends as well." His eyes rested on you, studying you. You looked back at him and smiled sweetly. "You know, every time I look at you, I have one thought in mind: pretty. How can you actually be so beautiful?" He blushed at your words, scrambling for words yet again and looking away. "It's weird how you can't handle compliments. Surely, you must have gotten these a few times, no?" He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I just... Never cared about the person saying it." "Awe, so you care about me already? It's our first date, and you're already falling for me."
In a flurry of braveness, he looked you dead in the eyes, "what if I am?" Dear Lord, you nearly felt your soul leave your body, this man had really no idea what he was doing, nearly killing you like that. You stayed silent, air whipped out of your lungs and thoughts racing through your brain, too fast to grasp. And then a whisper: "That wouldn't be a bad thing" Both of you blushed, and the evening went on. A small homely meal later, a few drinks in your system, your arm religiously brushed against his, your shoe bumping against his chair more often than before, sitting closer together now as well. You laughed and you ate and you drank. Then he had to stop, still wanting to be able to drive home. You decided to call it a night, a sense of uncertainty washing over you two.
You didn't want to push it. It had been a really fun night. He fumbled nearly every step along the way, but still managed to make it even better than expected. When you went to the bathroom, you took a pen and a piece of a bill that you left in your pocket and scribbled down your number on it, folding it. Considering he hadn't asked for your number and simply did everything via the app you two met over, you figured maybe this would push him in the right direction without pushing too far.
You returned to the counter, tapping Cloud on the shoulder. "We should probably call it a night. I have to work tomorrow, and you can't drink anymore because you need to drive, so I'd say this is a fairly good place to stop." He looked at you, from his sitting position, for a second, before he stood up. "Yeah, you're probably right. Do you want me to drive you home, or is that too soon?" You shook your head. "A little bit too soon, Cloud." You bid your goodbye to Tifa before returning to Clouds bike. "Don't worry about me getting home. I'll have a friend pick me up in a few minutes. On another note... I really had fun tonight. Somehow, even when it first looked like you had just ditched me, you made it... Probably my best date ever. Thank you for that. You leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, and handed him the paper.
"Call me if you want it throw it away if you don't. I hope I'll see you again?" He smiled again then, leaning down a bit. Your faces were so goddamn close, mouths nearly touching. "You definitely will" and then he kissed your forehead and smiled as he drove off. You look back at the bar. Tifa standing in the double doors and shaking her head, smiling. He still had to work on some of his etiquette, but he was doing really well. And you? You simply smiled, a giddy feeling in your chest, while the corners of your mouth refused to lower even an inch.
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If there's a chance you're still taking requests, could I request mabill drabble by the phrase 'is that supposed to be a flirt or a threat?', cuz I believe it fits thier dynamic so so well *wink wink*
Human!Bill AU, go! Have randomly written thing:
'How's the black eye?'
Bill shot her a dark look as she came by him on the street, his left eye currently purple and bruised following her actions a few days ago. Although it had been a complte accident. The guy had snuck up on her from behind so of course she would react when someone grabbed her suddenly! Really, she wasn't going to apologise for defending herself. It was his fault. He shouldn't act like such an ass all the time and try to prank people.
'You got lucky, kid. Normally, I'd have ya on the floor before you could even touch me.'
He was so obviously sulking. Mabel arched an eyebrow, scrutinising him for a moment before shrugging. 'I don't think so.' She had a brown belt in judo, after all.
She didn't think her comment was that big a deal, but from the way his demenour changed you'd think she'd just told him she killed his pet pig. Bill immediately shot her a withering look, losing the playful look as he jabbed a finger towards her. 'Listen, if we fought for real I would wipe the floor with ya. I've dealt with more than my fair share of brats and I came out top everytime, because I'm Bill Cipher.' His eyes narrowed at her less than impressed expression, flashing his teeth as he added: "So watch out or I'll bite you.'
That made her raise both eyebrows. 'You'll bite me?' What kind of insult was that?
'That's what I said.'
Mabel blinked at him, taking note of their close proximity as he attempted to tower over her in an intimidating fashion. They were the same height though so it didn't really work out too well. Mabel noted his flared nostrils and flushed cheeks. That was anger, right? Just anger?
Unless....
Mabel offered a coy smile to the boy. 'Is that supposed to be a flirt or a threat?'
She was greatly amused by the way the ire in his expression dropped immediately, replaced by stunned silence. Hah, take that! She was the Flirt Queen and she wasn't going to let the ass who kept annoying her brother get one over on her.
But then Bill said something she hadn't accounted for.
'What if it's both?'
Her smug grin faltered at his response, his expression having amended into a smug smirk of his own. Oh, so that's how he was gonna play this game, huh? Quick Mabel, think of a witty response! Don't let him win!
The longer she remained quiet, the more the triumph in his expression grew. Until, finally, Mabel folded her arms and responded: 'Then I'll still win. At both.'
His gaze darkened, and Mabel felt she was playing with fire now as he leaned closed, blue eyes flashing.
'....Then I'll see ya tonight. Let's say seven, shall we?'
'Huh?'
'See ya. Don't worry, I know where you live, Shooting Star.' He shot her a wink as he left, and Mabel floundered for a wity response.
'The only thing I'm worried about is you losing again!' But the response seemed lackluster even to herself, and he didn't even turn around as he continuned walking away. Urgh.
As Bill left her sight, Mabel found her face flushed hot. Wait, huh, what had she just agreed to? A fight, or... a date? Huh?
'...Which is it?' she whispered, eyes wide.
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I love the humor of your fics! I've genuinely never read a story that does it's humor so well and even after multiple rereads I find myself laughing out loud reading Open Tab for example. What tips would you give for writers who are trying to incorporate humor into the story without it being corny?
Hey, sorry for the late reply, i've been really busy lately with the holidays, womp womp 🥲
My advice is: embrace the corny. Every joke I've made will someday (if not already) be corny to somebody. Some of them have become corny even to me. But that's okay. Corny is good. Corny is funny too. Life is too short to be embarrassed about your writing. Embrace corny.
And what makes you laugh the first time might not make you laugh the fifth time. That doesn't mean it wasn't funny the first four times, right? There are tons of jokes I read back on now and I'm like "oh GOD that's lame" but when i wrote it, and when people first read it, it was HILARIOUS. Humor just wears off a little the more you expect and remember it. I mean sure, there are always going to be those jokes that you think are ALWAYS funny, but they're probably not always funny to other people. They might not have been funny ever at all for some people.
All that matters is if YOU think it's funny. Make YOURSELF laugh and giggle and snort over your stupid, corny jokes. That's what I do. I write something, and if it makes me laugh, I know it'll make someone else laugh. Maybe only one other person, but hey, me and that person are the only people in the world with taste anyway so, bombs away. Don't play to an audience unless you're trying to sell something. Play to yourself and you'll attract like minded people and those are the BEST people to have as your readers. They'll love and support you more than your own dang mom.
And then of course the usual advice i give to people about writing comedy is to consume comedy. Watch some shows/movies or read some books/comics that you personally find hilarious. Really pay attention to why they're funny. If you have to, pause and really break a joke down. Even take notes if that's helpful. Basically treat it like you're about to write a deep dive essay on why you laughed. I know it might seem unfun, explaining the joke, but if you understand comedy, you'll have an easier time writing it. Pay attention to word usage, timing, physical gags, silence, etc. It's all important. But don't be afraid to play around! Comedy is like any art and is meant to be creative and unique to every individual. There are some things out there that people find funny that I can't even pretend to laugh at. And that's okay! It's about taste. Find what you like and try it on.
Personally, I like witty banter. I like humor that is a little surprising and over the top. I like when something is so dumb that you can't help but laugh about it. I like funny characters AND funny situations, but especially funny characters in funny situations. So these are the things I try to include in my writing.
But I also really enjoy contrast, so I like to pair humor with other stuff. Sweet romance, deep emotions, sad drama, etc. If you try to be funny and only funny all the time, you're gonna come off a little desperate and the jokes will fall flat. Ever watch a long running show and have to suffer watching it slowly get less and less funny as the seasons go by because all the nuance is gradually replaced with signature character traits recycled again and again and again until every character is a husk of their former selves? That's what it feels like when you focus too hard on making everything funny. You lose the soul of the writing.
Really pay attention to the things you find funny and try and emulate that same energy. Don't use the same jokes, of course, but try and capture the general vibe of the humor in a way that suits your story/writing style. A lot of the stuff I like to consume is witty banter/outlandish situations/crass euphemisms/puns so those are the things i like to put into my own stories. And hey, sometimes it doesn't work. I've written jokes that make me laugh until I cry but nobody seems to feel the same way and HEY, that's alright. I like it. And liking the stuff you're doing is the most important thing in the end.
Anyway, I hope this is helpful in some way. If you ever want any more advice, feel free to shoot me another ask! I'll try my best 👍
Good luck! Sending you good funny vibes for your adventures into comedic writing 🌈
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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜' 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍
My head started throbbing in pain, screaming for light while my lungs shouted for some air to be let inside. I tried opening my eyes, but I couldn't see anything, and darkness had taken over my vision.
I began to feel as my head stirred, making me hokd it in place as I closed my eyes. My vision didn't turn any darker than it was, but rather lighter, and once I opened them again, I saw the face of a man with beautiful features that were contained within him, but everything went dark once again.
Once I managed to move inside the stuffy cage-like, I started to see the top of the box opening, meeting the eyes of a small animal that looked to be a cat.
'Just where am I? This is clearly not the academy.'
I didn't pay much attention to the cat, but rather myself, and once I turned to look at clothes, I saw that I was wearing something different than the usual outfit I wore. A black hood with a purple layer on the inside along with some white patterns that spread through some part of the hood.
I noticed that I had black clothes underneath too, which shocked me and put me in a train of thoughts as to who changed my clothes.
I decided to pay attention to my surroundings as I had witnessed that the cat-like animal was now staring at me. "What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" Screamed the creature in shock.
"Floating coffins?..." I murmured, not paying attention to the talking cat.
"Oh-ho! You got a lot of nerve ignoring me, human! The name's grim. Believe me, you won't forget it!" I saw as Grim crossed his little arms, furious at the thought of being ignored, "Now give me your uniform, and be quick about it!
"'Cause if you don't," blue fire started spreading all around me like a wildfire, "you're gonna regret it!"
"I would've never dreamed of getting roasted by some weasel-like creature..." I whispered, angering the creature.
"Well, keep dreaming, 'cause I ain't no weasel!"
"What is it you want?" I asked, and Grim seemed satisfied with my question, smirking as he crossed his arms once again, "Your uniform, of course! I need it more than you would ever need it!"
While he was speaking, I noticed that there was an exit through the fire, and I decided to take it to my advantage. I ran all over the place, opening and closing doors as I passed through them, finally making it to what seemed to be a library.
'If this is a dream, I believe I'm ready to wake up now.'
Just then, Grim appeared in front of me once again. His face held the same grin I had seen previously, and his flames surrounded me for a second time, "Foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from me?! Now, unless you wanna get burned to a crisp, take that off that-"
Grim was cut off by a whip-like sound that came from behind him, "YEOW! That Hurt! What gives?..."
"Consider it though love," I saw as a man came into our vision, wearing a formal attire with a top hat and a mask that probably represented a bird.
"Ah," he turned to look at me, "I've found you at last, splendid. I trust you're one of this year's new students?"
"My," I saw as he looked me up and done, almost as if judgemental, "were you ever eager to make your debut. And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school's rules."
"I don't even-" "As if I'd serve some lowly human! Now let me go!" Screamed the furry creature, interrupting me mid-sentence.
The man got closer to the floating animal, shushing it as it talked, "Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?"
Grim tried to talk, but he couldn't, which confused me a little. This made me go back to before all of this. Why exactly was I here when I already had a chosen school?
I remembered the academy. It was a huge, all-girls school called Rose Killer Academy, named after the founder, who was a young, smart woman who everyone knew due to her wisdom.
I was already a third year, so it made me wonder why exactly I was stuck in this situation. And thinking about it brought me back to the person who stood in front of me.
By the looks of the uniforms, it was one of the colleges that Rose Killer Academy held a grudge against. And knowing that it wasn't Royal Sword Academy thanks to the dark colored theme uniforms, I came to the conclusion that it was their major rival.
Both schools were all-boys schools, so I had a hard time believing that they must've mistaken me for another student. But needless to say, I decided to ignore it at the moment, only speaking when necessary.
"Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you two are the first ones with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it," I hadn't noticed before, but was this other student, a boy, standing next to the crow-man, wearing the same uniform as me, "does the very notion of patience elide you two?
"No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber."
Me and the boy stood quietly for a brief second, only for the silence to be broken by his voice, "Student?..."
The man with the mask nodded in response, "You awakened in a room full of gates, did you not? All the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates," he crossed his arms in an irritated manner, "although typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I pen them before waking up."
"So these coffins are like, gateways?" I asked, and the boy agreed with me, "I think something blew the lid off mine."
He looked at the younger boy, who was now standing next to me, "The culprit appears to be that familiar of yours. You're the one who insisted on bringing it, so curtailing its behavior is your responsibility!" He placed his hand under his chin, thinking of a solution, "But now is not the time for such prattle. You two have a student orientation to attend. Go on, now. Make haste."
"First, just tell me one thing: Where am I?" The boy asked, and I agreed, "I think you've mistaken me for someone."
"Hmm? Have you two not fully regained consciousness? The timespace teleportation must have added your memories. Well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless."
We exited the building, onto the courtyard, and as he explained where we currently were, I decided to stay quiet on the topic that I was actually a girl, since they hadn't noticed yet.
"Only those who the Dark Mirror perceived as having a talent for magic are admitted to the college. Those who are selected are summoned to the campus through those gates, which can appear anywhere."
The man, who I now knew as Crowley, informed us about the carriage, which both me and the student remembered.
We both heard the muffled sounds of Grim, but Crowley decided to speak up, "Now, let us attend to your orientation."
"Wait!"
Both males turned to look at me. "Is there something wrong?" Asked the masked guy.
"There is, in fact, something wrong," I took off my hood from my head, revealing my face to them, "this is an all-boys school, isn't it? The problem is, I'm a female, not a male."
Crowley was deep in thought, placing his hand under his chin, "There must've been a mistake made, but if you were really brought by the Dark Mirror, then you must've been chosen, or something along those lines. Say, where are you from?"
I stayed silent, not knowing how to answer, "Well?"
"I'm from the Walking Sands Desert, but I attend Rose Killer Academy as a third year. I'm not sure what you will do with that information, but I shall assume that it will come in handy," I crossed my arms, making eye contact with Crowley as the nameless boy just stood there confused.
"Walking Sand Desert? Rose Killer Academy? I think I'm missing something."
I nodded, then explained about the academy to the youngster, "Rose Killer Academy is a strict college that many of the smartest, wisest and talented people go to. The school has its ups and downs, for while you are seen as one of the most prestigious people, the stress keeps mounting on as the years go.
"Not many people qualify, and the headmistress held various, strict rules that no one dared break out of fear. Students couldn't fail a year, or else you would gain a harsh punishment. No one was suggested nor invited to take part in the school, the students were expected to pass a test that contained the use of agility, ability, magic and wisdom in order to pass and get into said school. There were also many minor rules, but if I were to name them all, we would be stuck here for years."
The headmaster cleared his throat, placing his hand under his chin, "Walking Sand Desert is, in other words, a matriarch Kingdom, and while there are kings, it is the female that carries most of the responsibilities and holds more power. The place is extremely guarded, and the only people who are allowed inside are the people that have permission of the royal family. The kingdom is not always reachable, due to its strict rules, but it can be found in its own land, between Sunset Savannah and Queendom of Roses.
"The [L/N]'s currently consist of a king and queen, along with their daughter. Nothing much is known from both the family of rulers nor the land, all that can be said, is that they are a powerful kingdom who, even with their strong army, prefer keeping peace.
"And with the key information that no one other than royalty and special families are allowed out of the city, I'll take the wild guess that you are [Y/N] [L/N], am I right?"
I crossed my arms, not rather shocked by how quick he was to find out, "That is correct, although, people are allowed out of the city with permission of the royal. But needless to say, I presume that, since now you know who I am, you will keep me here longer to bring an eye to your school, correct?"
The headmaster chuckled, dismissing me. While Crowley led us, I turned to look at the student next to me, "Say, you never told me your name."
"Huh, me? Sorry! Call me Yuu, it's a pleasure meeting you."
We exchanged a few words, until we turned our attention back to the bird masked man. He brought me and Yuu to a room full of people, who wore an identical outfit to ours. The room was not only heavily crowded, but it also carried a mysterious aura to it. Coffins levitated through the air, and a mirror laid in front of our eyes.
"We're done with orientation and dorm assignments?" Asked a boy with red hair, "All right, new students-let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it's off with your head!"
Then, a boy who had long haired, some parts braided, yawned, "Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me."
A boy who wore glasses then spoke, "New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement. As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience."
I then saw a boy with blond hair that faded into a shade of purple speak, looking around for someone, "Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony..."
He was replied to by some other boys, but that was when the headmaster decided to speak up, responding to the boy who thought he disappeared due to a stomach ache, "I most certainly did not!"
"Speak of the devil," One murmured.
"If you must know, I was searching for two new students who'd failed to show for orientation. You two are the only ones who have yet to be assigned a dorm. Let [Y/N] be the first to step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it. I'll watch your weasel."
Grim tried to speak once again, but failed in the process. I walked up to the mirror that held a face, or rather a mask, and it asked me for my name.
"[Y/N]. My name is [Y/N] [L/N]."
The mask repeated my name in a low tone, and whispers started spreading as I pulled my hood down from my face, revealing my female features.
"The nature of your soul is..." It stayed silent for a few moments, and everyone got quiet, waiting for the results. The mirror furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, "In a balance."
"What?"
"Your soul... It is balanced between two houses, Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw. It will be placed upon you to determine which house you will go to."
I looked back to the headmage, and saw that he was in just as much shock as I was. I sighed, "I'll give Heartslabyul a try."
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… are meant to be broken - m. Estapa (4)
details and warnings - grace hughes x mark estapa, brothers best friend, angst?, fighting
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a/n: so this is the last part for now, I'll be doing insta edits and blurbs for it for now unless I have a big idea for another chapter. Thanks so much for reading this, it was the first full fic I've ever attempted and finished so it's kinda bittersweet. love yall <3
School had ended in a fast blur and the beginning of summer buzz, between worlds, Jack’s birthday trip, and going from house to house Mark and Grace, had barely any time to talk because he had his own stuff going on. the two were still top secret the only people that officially knew were Eddy and Beck. Luckily it was Graces turn to have people at the lake house, and thank god Luke had already asked Mark to come so she would not seem suspicious at all. Sure Luke didn’t seem to know but there had been too many close calls to do anything too risky. She was going to tell him soon it was killing her but she just could not find a good time. With the last couple months of school, there was big 10, frozen four, and worlds, she knew telling him then could throw team stuff off. Now it’s the middle of summer and hockey stuff will be starting soon again which means if she does not tell him soon she will be in an awkward place again. The rule seems to make some sense now. Grace never realized that stuff like this made her so upset, sure she loved hockey just as much as the rest of her family and it never occurred to her that her life was based around her brothers but the past year or two it’s finally been hitting her.
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The house was packed and she did not feel any better about this whole thing. She thought it would be the same as it was at school but Grace and Mark still barely saw each other or spoke. Not only was being in one house with her brothers difficult she had like 2x more nosey hockey guys all over. If anything they were talking less than when they were apart. It was hard to find places and times where it could just be the two and no one else, especially when they have a house full of nosy-ass friends. The only time they had really been alone was when everybody was asleep and both of them would sneak out to the dock and just sit and talk. It slowly became one of her favorite things.
Tonight the two of them would not be able to meet up because someone *cough* Brendan *cough* said everyone should camp outside and pull an all-nighter. Grace had texted Mark to meet her in the kitchen, she would say she was going to go inside just for a bit and Mark would then go “get more marshmallows.”
“Hey guys I’m gonna go inside just for a bit I’ll be back out,” she says while grabbing one of the bags of marshmallows to hide.
“Lame, we’re supposed to stay out here all night,” Brendan said mad she wasn't following his activity.
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Sitting on the counter she waits for Mark to come in, she hears the door open and in walks Mark.
“Hey, you took those with you so we wouldn’t be suspicious not to steal the whole bag,”
Mark refers to the bag of marshmallows she had stolen and was now eating.
“Well, I'm so sorry that you took so long and I got bored,” she joked back, tossing him a marshmallow. she hops off the counter jumping into a hug with Mark.
“I missed you,” she says looking up at him.
“I missed you too love,” Mark says before bending down to kiss her.
“What the fuck.” the pair both jump apart to find Luke standing at the door that they did not hear open. Shit.
“Luke I-” she tries to say something but it feels like the words are catching in her throat.
“No, what the hell is wrong with both of you, he’s my friend?” seemingly everyone had heard the yelling and came to watch. Jack and Quinn both bust through the group.
“What's going on in here?!” they both ask.
“I come in here to see what is taking so long and these two are making out in our kitchen, she's making out with my teammate.” Luke says gesturing toward her. Why was he blaming only me? “You know you’re not supposed to do that.” she can feel either anxiety or anger building, which? she can’t tell.
“Hey, I'm just as much to blame, maybe more even so ease up okay?” Mark says in the girls defense.
“Oh I’m going to get to you but grace why? Why my friend? Why my TEAMMATE?” she sits there still not able to say anything
“Luke we can talk about this when you're calm” Jack says in your defense.”
"yeah once you cool down too bud, you are freaking her out” Quinn chimes in.
“No, I wanna know.” she feels like she was about to blow up. Luke is just staring at her now waiting for her to say something and she does.
“Maybe because everything doesn’t revolve around you and hockey.” she was shocked by her own words but it felt like word vomit and she just keep going. “What?”
“My whole life I’ve shared stuff with you, literally the day we were born but you always seem to get priority, so maybe just one time I wanted my own thing, or at least we were “sharing” something on my terms. Sure he’s your teammate but he liked me, he wasn’t just into me to get to one of you, so sue me for liking him back and not just following you and your rules my whole life Luke.” she lets out, the whole room is silent and she takes that as a cue to run out the door.
“I-” Luke was now the one with no words.
“She is right, yknow.” Quinn breaks the silence. “I mean how would you feel if she told you who you can and can’t date, plus she's right you were just blaming her when your teammate decided to date your sister, but even if he is a friend Mark is a good dude he’s better than some rando that we don’t know.” Everyone turns to Mark forgetting he was still there.
“Luke I tried to not like her I really did but when she told me she felt the same way it would have hurt her more to say no than to follow the rule, It would have caused a lot more of a mess.”
“You’re right, shit I’ll go find her.”
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Grace was sitting at the end of the dock just staring out at the water like she did most nights just this time with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. She heard footsteps walking up the dock who she assumed was Luke's.
“Come to yell at me some more?”
“I came to apologize but if you want me to I guess I can yell the apology.” she giggles at Luke's response.
“But I’m serious I overreacted and your right it’s not my decision who you are with, I honestly feel like a shitty brother for not noticing earlier cause looking back you both were not hiding that well”
“So your not mad anymore?”
“No I’m still weirded out and a little mad you did not tell me but I’ll live as long as you guys don’t like make out in front of me”
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Luke and Grace both head inside back into the house where everyone was waiting.
“You two good again?” Jack asks gesturing towards the two of them.
“Yep.” she replies
“And you two good?” she now gestured to Luke and Mark.
“I think so,” Mark asks looking to Luke to make sure they are on the same page.
“All good, you guys are good for each other.”
“Finally I don’t have to hide this anymore,” Ethan speaks up
“YOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME???!!!” multiple of the guys directed at Ethan.
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Fellow autistics or sensitive skin babez please I need to know (buckle up this gon' be a long one):
Have you found that your skin has gotten more intolerant as you age or have I just been masking how in pain i am for like the majority of my life out in public wearing normal people clothes??
I just had to go out grocery shopping etc with stockings on under my (what would have otherwise been super comfy) sweat shorts (the blue Pantone ones from Boohoo, oh how I love them) bc I hadn't shaved in a few weeks and didnt want to put the public eye thru that lol (idc what other people want to do with their body hair, just do what makes you feel happy but I admit I just can't fully shed the social conditioning I grew up with to keep my own legs and pits hairless if they're gonna be on show) - and it was somewhat excruciatingly itchy at first and I don't think it truly died down, but with all the distractions of shopping etc I did kinda get used to/forget about it a little. But as soon as I got home at the soonest possible moment I changed back into pjs, one of the only type of clothing my skin can handle anymore.
So yeah I've either lived a whole life in pain/discomfort, spending a lot of energy and distractions masking it until I was used to feeling horrible all the time (I used to wear predominantly tight clothes for a large portion of my life), or my skin has gotten less tolerant as I suspect.
Or do we just grow less apt at masking our discomfort as we age?
Younger autistics please bear in mind - and I'm not really even THAT old yet but I am a decade+ older than teenage years now - well, when I was growing up I feel like it generally wasn't "cool" to be autistic?? Or any kind of neurodivergent, unless you count emos bc a lot of us were depressed and it was made a cool thing but i feel like people weren't getting disagnosed/the help we needed, instead self-harm was trendy etc, it was kinda problematic af. and I feel like most of us went undiagnosed (for a lot of issues, actually), especially women and other afab. And now we're just trying to get our struggles recognized/a name for our struggles and failure to be "normal" all these years, and maybe even some bloody help for it, rather than being told we don't matter bc we're "over the hill" now or something and only kids struggle with autism? Lol
Do any kiwis have affordable suggestions for pants I can buy that don't look like pyjamas? If I could cut damn Polyester and the likes out of my life for pure fabrics I would in a heartbeat, but it's not so easy.
The best pants I ever wore were my first pair of Peter Alexander (summer) pj pants - which I still have and are still intact, but can barely fit - back before the brand's quality went to complete shit (granted I have a few pieces that are great, but it's really hit and miss if you will actually get what you bought in one piece/without defects. I finally decided it's not worth it to buy Peter Alexander anywhere near full price. They're good with refunds but the quality control is like worse than Shein/Temu).
Those pants were 100% cotton and idk how they did it but they were like heaven in a fabric and I wished I could just wear them everywhere. Honestly felt like the first time I wasn't in any pain or discomfort at all wearing bottoms.*
Apologies this turned into a ramble with several tangents (even a brand review) but maybe it resonates with someone out there and hopefully it brings me some answers in time
Thanks for reading if you got this far <3 now I'd better tag some trigger warnings etc and then it's time to finally nap, feeling sick again after all the activity
*ok so as this ramble developed, it sparked a tangent ramble (rambleception), and another ramble on top of that, which I felt needed to be their own posts. Will link them below once posted:
[Tangent ramble 1] [Tangent ramble 2]
Scratch that I have since decluttered all the subsequent/tangent rambles as I was not well (may edit down and repost or something)
#actually autistic#autistic#afab autistic#afab autism#autism in women#ageing autistic#sensitive skin#highly sensitive#disability#schizospec#tagging schizospec just in case it's a schizospec thing#tw self harm mention#tw sh mention#self-harm mention#late diagnosed autistic#sensory issues#rambling#schizospec rambling#thinking out loud#Rachel rambles#harmful beauty standards#beauty standards#autistic masking#90s kid#old school emo#2000s emo#2000s emo things#autism struggles#the autistic struggle is real#the struggle is real
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stage left the powerful spotlight slowly rolls over
center stage i am hanging in thick metal cuffs connected to chains from above me. there is a ball and chain attached to my right leg. there is a sweet creature in front of me.
"hi"
"hello"
"why are you in chains?"
"why not?"
"um."
they have a demeanor about them that makes them feel more in danger than myself who is presently being stretched and weighed down and held up suspended by this predicament.
"what brings you here? to me."
"i was just. uh. walking by."
"you're standing still now."
a second, smaller spotlight in some shade between red and blue lands on their feet.
i as if seized by a sudden monster thrust violently forward, thrashing my limbs against the chains while keeping my torso straight, face straight, looking right at You.
"i'm... gonna go now.. busy..." you mumble. work, school, something something. sure. i believe that.
"no you won't."
what?
oh you forgot to say that out loud. oops. main spotlight moves off me and onto the audience. the quiet is loud and very bright.
in the time it takes to pan back i am hanging top half forward a bit and you are sitting criss cross on the dirty stage wood.
"hi~"
"wasn't i going to go?"
"no"
:)
(:
pinned like a butterfly in my eyes. like a rat on a knife. like a bee's corpse picked apart; spindly legs and abdomen and stinger and eyes and fuzz. i'm picking you apart. it's nice.
you are vibrating very slightly. your hair is puffing out not unlike a frightened cat. are you frightened? why? i'm not doing anything.
"come here," i strain a cuffed hand to make a gesturing motion, "i've a secret to tell you"
you come.
i whisper loud on purpose, for the eyes, "im like this for the sole purpose of your uneasiness being tamped down enough to come see me. to stay. to play."
i jerk the chains again and get up to your ear for real now. this part the audience won't hear.
...
hello? i said the audience won't hear. what are they expecting exactly?
the clock is ticking somewhere backstage. i mock it, tick tock click clack chains and hands and the merciless march of the universe.
you look at me like that. always like this. im in chains, lovely thing, there's nothing i can do to you unless you let me.
"but you'll make me let you"
i didn't say anything
but i did it! god, i did it-- god-- fuck you! you read my mind, demure animal. you got inside. i made you.
the audience has no idea what's going on. it doesn't matter. i managed to catch you while you had me caught. orchestrated the perfect dual catching. i do love to orchestrate. there's a poetry to it.
you say, "oh."
i say, "ah"
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